Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 617 - 278: Is it Real Shiragan?_1

Chapter 617: Chapter 278: Is it Real Shiragan?_1

When Yan Fei mentioned that the cow farm needed to prepare for the slaughter of three to four hundred fattened cows, the county teacher who had come over was amazed, and tentatively asked, "Our county’s Meat Processing Factory’s beef is almost unsold, where are you selling yours?"

"Well... the contracts I signed with people only require high-grade beef. Ordinary beef and offal have to be sold locally. High-grade beef can be sold. Our factory’s beef is ordinary beef, which probably won’t work due to the different routes we take," Yan Fei directly denied the teacher’s idea.

Joke aside, he still remembered the procurement officer from the Meat Processing Factory whom he had sent to jail! Nowadays, even what is known as an ’iron rice bowl’ job at factories has closed down in many instances. He really couldn’t handle this matter.

Hearing this, the teacher felt a bit embarrassed: "I am neither from the Meat Processing Factory, nor do I raise cattle. I’m just a bit curious. You mentioned that your beef is categorized into high-grade and ordinary. How much does each contribute? When you slaughter multiple cows a day, will selling them locally be a problem? I don’t mean to inquire into your business secrets. If it’s inconvenient for you to say, just forget it!"

"It’s not a secret. My cattle farming methods are unique and not able to be replicated by others. Generally, more than half of an animal is ordinary beef, which is slightly more than high-grade beef. I haven’t paid close attention to the details. I’m not worried about selling; high-grade beef can sell at a higher price, I can sell as much ordinary beef as required, and I’m not worried about the market," said Yan Fei with a smile.

"So, if you slaughter four cows a day, does that mean that the ordinary beef equivalent of two cows needs to be sold locally?" the teacher continued to ask.

"Certainly, it will be more than the beef of two ordinary cows," said Yan Fei, nodding his head. "Frankly, I can sell high-quality beef for a better price, and the other beef can be sold at a lower price. I am not afraid of not being able to sell any amount of it..."

"You can sell it, but have you ever thought about selling processed beef? You often travel around and know a lot of people. If you have a market, selling beef jerky and other products is better than selling cheap beef," said the teacher, who finally revealed his true intentions. "I have a brother who works at the Meat Processing Factory. The factory isn’t doing well and he’s looking for another way out. If you need a butcher, just say the word. My brother is a professional, although he’s not good at buttering people up. Currently, he often stays at home due to less work and is anxious to find another path..."

A butcher for processing beef?

Hearing the teacher’s words, Yan Fei was also somewhat tempted.

Since the premium beef that he raises could sell at such a high price, the ordinary beef must not be bad either. It should be at least better than the beef from common household rearing, right? This doesn’t require much thinking. It’s impossible for a cow to produce some premium beef and the rest to not up to par.

Seeing him in deep thought, the teacher said with a smile: "Take your time, think slowly. I just thought you have so many cattle and wanted to ask if you have considered setting up a processing plant. Although our Wan City yellow cattle are famous nationwide, the beef jerky and other products made by the Meat Processing Factory don’t sell well. We spend the whole year in a familiar place and lack experience. You, Boss Yan, often travel around with a wide range of knowledge, might have a solution? Take your time to think, I’ll get back to teaching!"

On the other side, the teacher started the class again, and Yan Fei listened while thinking about the recent question.

Setting up a beef jerky factory doesn’t seem to cost much money, the key is that the money needs to be used on buying cattle now. According to what he had just said, he had to ensure there are almost four hundred cattle in the field to supply their goods. The little money in his hands, apart from building houses, is just enough to buy cattle.

However, as long as the beef supply is maintained, those 1.5 million each month in the future would not need so many cattle to be bought. As long as there are no new customers, he would just have to buy the number of cows to kill each month and there would likely be some surplus every month.

Thinking this way, it seems like he could have quite a lot of money in his hands in the future!

Keeping the money is useless. It might be worth considering setting up a small processing factory to sell beef jerky. But he needs to figure out a good marketing strategy, he can observe and learn more about this field later on.

While listening to the class and planning his future actions, time flew by. It didn’t seem too long before he heard the teacher say, "Let’s end the lesson here today." The following crowd then began to talk, which made Yan Fei realize that the morning had already passed.

Looking at the time, it didn’t feel like it had been a long time spent teaching. It was mainly because it was the first time without any previous experience and a fair bit of time was wasted in preparation before the class.

The training class is planned to be held once a week in the early stage, to test the effects and see if anyone will come to listen after a few talks. Judging from the effect of this first class and the people’s expressions of sudden understanding, it’s estimated that there will be no problems in the future. As long as these people gain something each session, they certainly wouldn’t miss the next one.

Noticing that, although everyone was sitting and talking, their gaze was directed towards him, he didn’t react until Old Pan nudged him: "Say something, no one’s leaving yet!"

So, this was about me!

Yan Fei quickly stood up, and as soon as he did, the hundreds of people present fell silent. He said, "I don’t have much to say. Just continue raising cattle. I guarantee that the price of cattle will keep rising, so you can raise cattle without worry. I won’t promise much, but starting from three months from now, my cattle farm will have to slaughter three or four cattle a day. Just think about it - are the cattle we’re presently raising enough for this? Alright, meeting’s over...Oh, Tian Dazhuang, stay behind for a bit. I need to talk to you about something..."

When he singled out someone to stay, everyone looked at Tian Dazhuang with envy. Moreover, people who had already stood up hesitated about leaving. Upon seeing this, Yan Fei quickly said, "It’s not a big deal. There’s a bit of work to do in the greenhouse, and I need some help. Don’t envy him, as I’ve mentioned, there is no pay. Anyone who’s willing to stay and help, stay..."

Those below looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what he had planned. One of the smart ones immediately said, "Then I’ll go too! I have nothing to do if I go home anyway!"

As soon as someone shouted this, more people were willing to come forward. Yan Fei smiled and said goodbye to Old Pan, then spoke to everyone, "I’ll ride my motorcycle back first. You can come over after your meal. We are busy on both sides. I assume the meal should be ready by now, so I’m sorry but I can’t provide you with a meal today!"

"You’re acting more and more like a capitalist, aren’t you? You want people to work for you and not pay them? Not only no pay, but you can’t even afford to provide a meal? The richer people get, the darker their hearts become!" Someone sarcastically told him.

Without turning his head, Yan Fei knew who this was. It must be Director Lin who only showed up at the end of class to see what was happening! Besides him, who else would speak to him in such a cynical tone? He turned his head to smile at Director Lin and muttered, "What do you know? I don’t just give them money, I give them ways to earn money. Have you ever heard about ’Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime’? When have you ever seen me exploit anyone? You better focus on getting yourself promoted and rich!"

Just as Lin Baoguo was about to reply to him, Yan Fei’s uncle squeezed through the crowd to complain, "Xiao Fei, that’s not right of you. If you need help with labor, you could call on your own family. But you don’t even provide a meal, aren’t you just giving people something to talk about? Just tell us what work needs to be done. There are quite a few of us here. I can bring these cousins of yours to go do the work!"

"Exactly, Master Fei can’t have work to do and not call on us. We don’t mind providing our own meals. We can come over after we eat," a fellow about Yan Fei’s age hollered.

By calling Yan Fei ’Master Fei,’ he must be joking around. According to the order of seniority in the countryside, there are people who should call Yan Fei ’uncle,’ while there are also people to whom Yan Fei has to address as ’uncle.’ It’s normal for an old man to call a child ’uncle,’ let alone someone of the same age.

"Alright then, let’s go now! After you guys come, I won’t be able to go back without providing a meal. I’ll go buy some noodles first, and prepare noodle dishes when I go back," Yan Fei said as he nodded at his uncle and the others.

Turned out, Yan Fei had underestimated his influence quite a bit, or perhaps it was just that there were too many people who liked to follow the crowd. At least more than half of the attendees showed up that afternoon. Some people who could not come had asked others to pass on messages with some excuses about being occupied at home.

He originally thought that the pile of roses and willow trees were more than enough. When they were originally planted, many of them were very small twigs—the idea was to transplant them later after they grew a bit larger here. But things in this Jurassic world just grow so quickly. Given the congenial climate, those small willow twigs have now turned into small trees. He simply decided to uproot them all...

But there was such a sudden influx of people that these plants were quickly claimed. There were not enough tools for everyone, so they had to take turns using them.

Planting a little bit of anything was really simple. They poked in rose twigs and planted a few small willows. They dug a big pit, mixed some soil with fermented cow dung and worm dung to use as a basal fertilizer. After planting, they watered them.

Although the row of willow saplings along the river are small now, they would greatly enhance the scenery here in a few years. The propagated rose twigs would bloom in a few months, by which time there would be a wonderful fragrance of flowers along the river.

The people naturally didn’t feel comfortable stopping after they finished their work—there were workers busy digging foundation pits for the greenhouses on one side and others mixing mud to make adobes. Yan Fei, along with several people brought by his uncle, added fertilizer to the empty field and pulled out weeds in preparation for planting watermelons. This wasteland had not been planted before, and given that there was no shortage of fertilizers here (whether fermented cow dung or worm dung), he prepared to add some fertilizer to the soil in advance to plant watermelon sprouts in a few days.

Upon seeing this, everyone tried to find work they could do. The majority ended up pulling weeds from the desolate land. Now that spring had sprung, even though Yan Fei had cleared the area out before, it wasn’t of much use. The grass had already grown quite a bit.

Yan Fei said he wouldn’t provide a meal, and he meant it. When it was almost mealtime, he saw that there wasn’t much work left, so he summoned everyone and said, "Leave this work for today, and everyone go home! There are too many people here, and the conditions are too simple to provide meals. Next time, when we go to the cattle farm, I must provide meals."