Chapter 786

Speaking of which, the chickens and ducks at home are quite diligent.

At the beginning, when they first started laying eggs, the flock could lay forty or fifty eggs a day, and the ducks, being a month or so later, had nearly 40.

For ducks that have just matured, this is a remarkable achievement.

Although sometimes they are disobedient and often lay eggs by the pond or in the water, Qiaoqiao still has to go to the water's edge every day to look and feel.

But by now, the chicks have full wings and the ducks have become fatter, so they have become a bit more sensible.

They have to be sensible; King Qiaoqiao only gives an extra handful of food every night when picking up duck eggs if they lay them in the grass nest!

In short, the chickens have grown up, become diligent, and lay more eggs, and the ducks have also grown up.

When they waddle and shake their butts to get up from the nest, seventy or eighty duck eggs a day is stable.

Calculating it, this diligent attitude has lasted for at least nearly two months.

And duck eggs sell for a high price individually. Uncle Qi tried using yellow mud to pickle duck eggs and white wine to pickle them long ago, and finally found that yellow mud is the best—not that there is any big difference in taste, but yellow mud pickling takes a long time, and after they are pickled, they can be stored for a long time. When summer came and it was inconvenient to send express mail, these things were always stockpiled in the cellar.

"Me! Me! Me me me!"

And over there, Zhang Yanping had already carried the bag of bait in a plastic bag to the pond side.

Xin Jun calculated slightly: "These two months don't count our own consumption, and don't count the batch that hasn't been made yet; the inventory is about 4300 or so."

If the quantity wasn't small, Boss Chang would be jealous and red-eyed.

How could it not be? He clearly doesn't understand the bitterness of Brother Loach!

After all, there are too many delicious things at home, and every week when pickling, a portion is left in the kitchen to be taken as needed, so it won't be the turn of the ones in the cellar for a while.

"Fishing?" He greeted.

And Old Zhao, after a summer vacation, was exceptionally active when selling goods in the autumn; radish tops, green vegetables, the remaining tomatoes, eggplants, and peppers in the garden—nothing was left out!

"Okay!" Xin Jun adjusted the data while instructing: "The cost of chicken and duck eggs is low, so we can sell more. Feed the ducks more good stuff during this time and let them hurry up."

Looking at it this way, we have to raise more chickens and ducks next year!

"Let's do this, leave 20 eggs for Old Zhao every day, 40 for Boss Chang, and we'll eat the remaining twenty or thirty ourselves."

Brother Grass Carp was very calm: "What do you know? Fishing is about cultivating the mind; whether there is a harvest is not important!"

He pondered that Huang Ni trying to lead the people in the village might also be a premonition that local sales won't have a breakthrough. And after this winter's batch of radishes from the villagers is harvested, maybe next year, Huang Ni will have to intentionally supply Old Zhao.

Zhang Yanping went to deliver fermented glutinous rice, and Xin Jun was doing "Huang Ni, how many are in the inventory?" on the side.

Hiss!

As for the ones from two months ago, they naturally didn't remain.

As soon as his voice fell, just as he turned around, a heart-piercing shout suddenly came from behind him:

"I'll look for someone else."

If it wasn't sold out via livestream, it was eaten by the family, ten or more a day; how could there be any left?

Turning his head again, he saw Brother Loach rushing over crazily from the other end of the pond, running while stretching his hands forward, looking exactly like Ziwei Gege meeting Er Kang affectionately.

If it weren't for Song Tan being the main porter, and no one else being able to easily go down to the cellar, I'm afraid the duck eggs would have to be left for a while longer...

Several anglers who rented rooms and came every day were basking in the sun, blowing the breeze, and sitting on small stools; if the empty buckets weren't so eye-catching, those who didn't know would think it was some supreme immortal enjoyment!

In their small city, there aren't many people willing to spend so much money on food. Many customers, even if they are greedy, will endure and go once every few days. 20 eggs for everyone to taste is about enough.

When he ran over, he was panting, and still had to say out of breath:

Cao Long thought for a while: "How many do we have?"

There are also 4 days of catching loaches, and on the last day, maybe luck will strike, and there will be an extra eel or small fish...

Brother Loach has now fallen to the bottom of fishing, and in 10 days, he's lucky if he's not empty-handed for 5 days!

"In that case, I originally thought about having a new batch of bait at home and letting you try it? Since it's about cultivating the mind, using this kind of cheat is not appropriate."

Zhang Yanping looked at him, then at the bait in his hand, and couldn't help but mutter: "It shouldn't be that bad..."

Huang Ni hesitated: "Old Zhao wants some too, and we have to eat them ourselves; does he want dozens a day?"

Zhang Yanping didn't care, instead shaking the bait in his hand:

Hearing Zhang Yanping talk about bait at this moment, and thinking of those fairy earthworms, how could he sit still!

Now that the salted duck eggs are off the shelves again, there is no need for Qiaoqiao to notify via livestream, because those who have eaten them have been craving them for a long time.

Seeing Brother Loach there, Zhang Yanping also yawned: "Just in time, why is there not even one today, Brother Fish, has your technology regressed?"

Brother Grass Carp glanced at him twice and learned the tone: "Yeah! You're here!"

Huang Ni felt he was careless.

Not only ducks, but chickens also have to hurry up. The price of selling those eggs to Boss Chang is not bad at all. Except for the fact that transportation is more troublesome than salted duck eggs, there is no other problem.

After all, next year's main supplier for Old Zhao will probably be the villagers.

"Let's do this, put 200 in the store every day, and let Boss Chang take the remaining 4000 tomorrow morning."

"By the way, Boss Chang also said don't save the eggs; give them as many as we have every day."

Cao Long didn't know his thoughts, just pondered the ownership of the eggs, and then made a decision:

Xin Jun looked at her and smiled: "Boss Chang said the quantity doesn't matter; he's afraid that if it weren't for this, you would give his share to the locals later."

"I, I'm here, I'm willing!"

The longest ones have been stored for two months! A batch is made every few days, and they are constantly being added.

Therefore, even if the price given by Old Zhao is not as good as Boss Chang's, they are still careful and serious when supplying goods this year, without any reluctance.

At this moment, she made up her mind not to stockpile anymore, and then said to Xin Jun:

How did I manage to ignore more than 4000 duck eggs piled up in the cellar? This inventory has to be checked frequently from now on, otherwise, what if they go bad if they are delayed any longer?

What fishing to cultivate the mind? I just want to harvest a lot! Then show off three times at the entrance of the residential area and be a vulgar angler!

Not even one in the Song family pond, isn't that the norm?

There were only a hundred chickens in total, and the hens were less than 80. When they were most diligent in laying eggs, it was only 80 a day, and that was only starting from September, after all, they were still young before.