Chapter 1778: How much for the fodder?

Song Tan:... What a disaster!

Looking at that boss from Zhai Dafeng, he hadn't just been stunned for a moment; he had been completely out of it for a while now.

Song Tan cleared her throat: "Um..."

The other party suddenly raised a hand: "Don't say a word."

Let him process this—

He couldn't process a thing! He had been raising cattle for ten years; what kind of cattle could possibly sell for 200 at the raw price!

And the corn—he didn't farm anymore, but the feed factory bought corn, and it had never even reached two yuan. How could she sell it for 20!

The Zhai Dafeng boss tried to comfort himself: This is just a young person bragging.

But... it really didn't look like it!

Everyone here was in the livestock business; what was the point of bragging in front of him? Could he possibly start raising 200-yuan cattle too?!

Using a scam in the livestock industry would only increase costs for no reason!

The boss's head was buzzing; he couldn't make sense of it. At this moment, he just glanced at Song Tan again and said in a muffled voice:

"Why... why are you two selling it so expensive?"

Song Tan was silent for a moment, truly not knowing how to answer. Finally, she thought about it:

"It's just that my family's corn and cattle taste better—um, why don't you shovel a basket of corn stalks later and feed them to your cattle to try?"

She was sincere, but the Zhai Dafeng boss glared at her and walked away coldly.

He left, but not entirely, because he really did pick up a basket and went to squat on the ground, scooping up the shredded corn feed.

This behavior stunned the worker working nearby. He quickly looked around and lowered his voice:

"Boss, what are you doing! What are you doing! Why are you taking their corn stalks—Fourth Uncle! Fourth Uncle! Didn't you say not to touch the guests' feed—Fourth Uncle!"

"Don't worry about it!" The boss said gloomily, carrying a basket of corn stalks: "The guest agreed."

He thought about it again, and his thick arm pressed down into the basket, instantly filling it to eighty percent capacity.

Then he simply scooped two more armfuls of the shredded feed and piled it in.

The worker stood there, speechless and somewhat ashamed, forgetting to feed the shredder for a moment.

He only knew that back when times were tough, people would take advantage of small things when milling rice or flour, but he never expected his Fourth Uncle, who had always been generous, to be taking advantage of two handfuls of fodder now...

Thinking of this, he couldn't keep working either and quickly called a companion to take over.

Song Tan saw it from the outside and pretended not to see.

However, as the boss walked past her with the basket, the complexity and conflict in his eyes were truly more tragic than any tale of woe.

He left with the basket.

Song Tan also let out a long sigh of relief.

Really, so many people were discussing the price, but only this boss was the most honest, to the point where she couldn't handle it.

The Zhai Dafeng boss carried the basket toward the livestock farm, the full basket of shredded feed pressed down tightly, which felt weightless to him.

No matter how much it was shredded, it was still fresh, wet feed, making it a bit inconvenient to carry, so his pace slowed down.

Consequently, he was caught up by the worker who had followed him.

"Fourth Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Why do you want their fodder? Do you want corn stalks? Just tell me! I'll have my mom bring over all the corn stalks harvested this year for you."

That stuff would just rot in the fields anyway; bringing it over wouldn't even cover the shipping cost.

But if his uncle wanted it, he'd bring it.

"Don't worry about it!" The boss was in a bad mood: "I just want to try and see what's so different about this family's feed."

Why is it that everyone raises cattle, yet they have fixed customers at a unit price of 200, while he has to communicate and negotiate every year, and old customers still try to pressure him on the price out of the blue...

And this corn!

He even plucked a piece of the shredded stalk, looked at the watery, not-yet-fully-fibrous core inside, and bit into it!

—Why can other people's corn sell for 20 a stalk before it's even ripe?!

Then he tasted the sweetness of the corn stalk.

Many people don't know that when corn isn't ripe, the stalk actually has a sweet taste, and it's a refreshing sweetness.

Although it can't compare to sugarcane, it has a unique fragrance of green grass when chewed, which the Zhai Dafeng boss had eaten when he was young.

After all, as a rural kid, what wasn't he craving back then? It was perfectly normal to ruin a couple of corn stalks.

Of course, just seeing that it hadn't become popular now, one knew that this sweetness was limited.

And it had strict requirements for timing; it was only sweet before it matured and aged, and it couldn't compare to sugarcane.

In short, such sweetness was normal, but the taste in his mouth right now—this wasn't normal!

The sun was still beating down, and he was covered in sweat from the walk, but the Zhai Dafeng boss, chewing on the corn stalk, actually squatted down and rummaged through the basket with both hands.

He dealt with fodder every day and could tell at a glance if the stalk was near the corn cob or near the tip or the end.

The closer to the corn cob, the sweeter it was.

He plucked out half a piece of the shredded feed and stuffed it into his mouth again.

—Is this reasonable?

This is a corn stalk, not sugarcane; how can it have such a rich, refreshing, sweet taste!

And there was a faint, special aura; he couldn't put his finger on it, he just knew it felt strangely comfortable to chew.

The worker on the side was already stunned.

"Fourth Uncle..."

But while his Fourth Uncle was chewing slowly, he stood up abruptly and walked with long strides, carrying the basket:

"Let's go, let my cattle have a taste and see if it's worth 200, worth 20!"

What on earth is going on!

The worker was also confused and just followed him, jogging a few steps:

"Fourth Uncle, do you mean their fodder is good? If it's good, you can get some raw materials from her too, and we can press our own feed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his Fourth Uncle give him a hard slap:

"That's right, your brain is still sharp!"

He quickly calculated an account in his mind.

Generally, high-quality forage for silage costs about 400 to 500 per ton; this corn stalk naturally couldn't compare in price.

But since it was so flavorful, the quality must be extraordinary, so let's calculate it at 500 per ton!

With his hundred or so cattle, combined with other feed, let's say he needs seventy or eighty tons of silage a month?

Hiss...

The Zhai Dafeng boss gasped: This isn't cheap!

By this standard, the feed alone would cost forty or fifty thousand yuan a month.

He had started this factory himself to save on feed costs; what was the total investment?

Not good, not good, this cost investment is too high; if there's a bad year, it would truly be a total loss.

But even though his reason advised him so, his hand habitually rummaged through the basket again, pulling out a piece of shredded feed and stuffing it into his mouth.

The refreshing, sweet taste stimulated his taste buds, and the extra deliciousness, beyond the green grass fragrance, permeated again.

The cattle in the pen seemed to sense something different, and at this moment, they mooed and slowly crowded toward this side.

Seeing this scene, the boss gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and took out his phone to send a voice message:

"Boss Song, how do you sell this fodder of yours? What's the price of this corn? And what's the price of the forage you mentioned before?"

?? Here it is! Goodnight for now, taking a few days off for the Spring Festival! Wishing everyone a Happy New Year in advance!