My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 588: Got a big loophole

Chapter 588: Got a big loophole

Turning around, he saw that the formidable yet fair Inspector was still there.

Li Jiancai hurriedly said, "Let’s not talk about that. You better go handle your business. If we delay any further, the Inspector will have to break for lunch."

Ever since the Xia family fell from power and a reshuffle occurred throughout the entire county, the attitude of the comrades serving the people improved by more than just a little.

In negotiations, both efficiency and the experience had significantly improved.

Li Jiancai was filled with emotions.

Upon hearing his words, Lin Fu called out to have the pigs herded over.

The Inspector indeed had a knack for this.

With just a careless glance, he could roughly estimate the weight of a pig, and even predict its meat yield.

His eyes were like scales, unbelievably sharp.

"This pig is fat, I estimate it weighs about two hundred and twenty pounds, give it a weigh..." said the Inspector confidently as he patted the pig at the very front.

A subtle joy swept across Lin Fu’s eyes.

This pig belonged to his family’s second household.

The heavier the pig, the higher the grade. The higher the grade, the more money it brought in.

When the meat factory staff weighed the pig, their eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Two hundred and thirty pounds."

The Inspector was shocked and went over to inspect the scale himself.

"It really is..."

He wasn’t upset about his mistaken guess; instead, he was happy.

"Your brigade’s pigs are well-raised."

The pigs he had inspected before weighed at most around one hundred sixty pounds.

And it was after some farmers tried to fatten their pigs by feeding them excessively just before delivery, to pile on the extra weight.

Even the smallest pigs in the Shuangshan Brigade weighed upwards of one hundred eighty pounds, with the best reaching over two hundred pounds.

And they weren’t bloated with water at all.

This was unprecedented in his career of pig inspection!

Lin Fu said with a chuckle, "It’s just some tricks I figured out myself. Comrade, what grade would you say this pig is?"

The Inspector was meticulous in his work. Even though he knew for sure this was a first-grade pig, he still consulted a dirty, wrinkled "Pig Purchase Price Reference Book."

"First-grade pig, 53.2 yuan per hundred pounds, so two hundred thirty pounds is..." He flicked the abacus by his side, quickly calculating the sum, "One hundred twenty-two yuan and thirty-six fen."

The accountant also crunched the numbers to confirm there was no error and began to count out the money on the side.

Seeing this, Lin Fu added, "This household raised two pigs."

The accountant counting the money paused, clicking his tongue lightly.

It’s a killing making that much on one pig, let alone two.

The Inspector nodded, "Let’s include them together then. Keep it grouped by household, to avoid confusion."

Those who raised more would earn at least a couple of hundred from this batch.

The pigs were truly worth the effort.

Lin Tang’s second pig weighed two hundred and twenty-five pounds and was also deemed first-grade, totaling one hundred and nineteen yuan and seventy fen.

Selling two pigs brought in a total of two hundred forty-two yuan and six fen.

The accountant counted the money twice and handed it to Lin Fu.

"Captain Lin, keep the receipt and money for Lin Lu’s family safe. Count the money clearly now; if there’s any missing after leaving here, we won’t be responsible," he said with a smile, but his eyes were serious.

Lin Fu nodded in understanding.

He moistened his finger with saliva and began to count the money, head bowed.

Bill by bill.

Just looking at it made one’s heart rejoice.

He Jun and the others almost grinned from ear to ear.

So much money, more than they had made in the past several years.

It shows that scientific pig farming is indeed viable!

Lin Qingmu knew the money in his uncle’s hands was their own and felt happy, too.

His parents had toiled away all year, and at last, it hadn’t been in vain.

In an instant, Lin Qingmu suddenly remembered the year after year when his family had worked hard only to struggle even with subsistence.

They were like ducks fallen into a filthy pond, their feet stuck deep in the mud, endlessly flapping without managing to reach the shore, nor able to touch the lotus seeds in the distance, struggling in a dilemma.

They could only huddle in place, flapping back and forth, unable to return to the past, unable to see the future.

"Huh—" Lin Qingmu exhaled a sigh of turbid air abruptly.

Seeing his nephew zoned out, not even knowing to take the money handed to him, Lin Fu finally gave him a playful thump.

"What are you thinking about?" With such a look of deep sorrow!

After admonishing him, he passed the money over again.

Lin Qingmu touched his head and, seeing his uncle frown, hurriedly took the money.

Lin Fu gave a light nod of his chin, instructing, "Count the money, keep it safe."

Fearing another thump, Lin Qingmu, though tall, hunched down on the side and began counting the bills one by one.

"Just right, no mistakes."

The feeling of counting money was as great as ever!

Who wouldn’t love such a sensation?

Unaware of his great-nephew’s such plain and unadorned thoughts, Lin Fu instructed again, "Keep the money safe."

He trusted Lin Qingmu completely and, after speaking, continued with his tasks.

Most members of the Shuangshan Brigade only raised one pig, and still cleared over a hundred yuan each.

Lin Fu counted the money from each household’s pig sales, placed it into paper bags, and wrote the names of the members on the bags.

Wary of making a mistake due to strain on his eyes, he asked Li Jiancai and He Jun to oversee him.

Every time he finished tallying a household, he would look to both men. Only when they nodded in approval did he seal the paper bag and put it into the canvas bag.

Money from a whole brigade’s pigs—hundreds of them—filled several canvas bags.

The brigade officers were beaming with joy, happier than during the New Year festivities.

After selling the pigs, Lin Fu gestured for Lin Qingmu to distribute pork to the few comrades from the transport team who had helped.

Three pounds each, and it was good meat, predominantly fat.

The fat glistened white, while the lean meat was a light red, clearly high-quality.

"Comrade Fang, and all the others, you’ve worked hard. This pork is freshly killed by our brigade, please take it," said Lin Fu, giving Lin Qingmu a meaningful glance.

Quick to catch on, Lin Qingmu stepped forward to help.

Fang Zhitong and the others each received a firm push with three pounds of meat.

In truth, none of them had any intention of refusing, especially after seeing the quality of the meat.

Fang Zhitong accepted it with a hearty attitude and without declining, he said, "I really can’t bear to refuse this meat, so I’ll shamelessly accept it. Thank you, Captain Lin."

"If there’s ever anything you need, just come to the transport team to find me. I won’t turn you away."

Half a year ago, when he brought piglets to the Shuangshan Brigade, he had clearly got the better end of the deal.

Such a task was frankly a steal, and he wouldn’t mind having more like it in the future.

The other comrades showed wide smiles, chiming in.

"Right, just say the word..."

"We’re the ones who got the bargain this trip, thank you, Captain."

"If there’s anything else like delivering grain, we can help with that too when we’re not busy."

...

Seeing how well the Shuangshan Brigade folks conducted themselves, the transport team members grew much friendlier.

Lin Qingmu brushed aside his coworkers, rolling his eyes.

He said grumpily, "Get out of here. I know how to deliver the grain myself; I don’t need you guys."

He was loyal and knew how to get along with people, prospering in the transport team with good relationships all around.

The others didn’t mind his rebuff and instead draped an arm over his shoulder, looking to build rapport.

"Don’t worry about it, we’re like brothers; we’d be happy to help you..."

Lin Qingmu shrugged his shoulder to shake off his colleague’s hand, busting him.

"Don’t sweet-talk me. You’re just eyeing our pork."