Chapter 76: Yan Tianyi's Plan (Seeking Collection)

  A week flew by in a hurry, and everyone finally got the bamboo tubes for repairing roads ready. The flowering zhengzhu bamboo on Bamboo Mountain has also been cut back and is being dried in a vacant lot.

  "These bamboos are placed here, let's divide them equally among everyone!" The old village chief said, looking at the pile of Jing bamboo that was as high as a small hill.

  "What do we want so many bamboo for?"

  "It's a pity! Take it back home to waste space, but after drying it can be used as firewood, bamboo fire is quite fierce."

  "Sixth Uncle is still useful, but it's also impossible to use so many."

  Everyone thinks that these bamboos are like hot potatoes, and no one wants them. Upon further reflection, it's not surprising they think this way. In rural areas, bamboo is everywhere, so when you need to use some, can't you just go cut down some fresh ones?

  Liu Shu Gong is the only person in the village who makes a living by weaving bamboo products such as baskets, chicken coops, manure baskets and other bamboo items. Although he can't get rich, he lives a worry-free life.

  At this time, the old village chief's wrinkles deepened, and Chu Jiaqiang also felt helpless. There were so many bamboo trees, and he couldn't do anything about it. He might still need to make some fences in his own backyard, but he definitely wouldn't use too many.

  He wanted to use a fence to enclose the area where strawberries were planted, and when he had time, he would go to town to catch some chickens and ducks to raise. He often went to Erniang's house to catch them, but it wasn't very good, although Erniang was very willing, he still felt uneasy. Moreover, the bamboo for making fences didn't use Phyllostachys edulis, this kind of bamboo was too big, what he wanted was the size of a thumb, one meter high, and then inserted crosswise would be fine.

  After passing by Chu Jiaqiang's old house, Chu Jiaqiang invited the old village chief to come in and have a cup of tea.

  Seeing the old village chief's worried and bitter expression, Yan Tianzhi couldn't help but ask: "Village Chief Uncle, what's making you so worried?"

  The old village chief took a sip of tea, sighed and said: "Alas! It's still those cut-down bamboo shoots. They've all bloomed, left there to waste, cut back but nobody knows what to use them for, everyone doesn't want them."

  Yan Tianzhi's eyes lit up and he asked: "Oh? I remember Jia Qiang saying that the bamboo was a type of light bamboo?"

  The old village chief shook his head: "I don't know either, everyone calls him Jing Zhu, you'd better ask Jia Qiang to know the specifics."

  Chu Jiaqiang had to explain, but Yan Tianzhi burst out laughing. Everyone was confused, and Yan Tianzhi said: "Isn't this simple? If no one wants it, sell it, and the village will have an extra income. If you don't mind me making a profit, I'll buy each one for two yuan."

  The old village chief was taken aback: "This can still be sold for money? Two yuan per root, do you want it? We have more than 15,000 roots there, think carefully."

  Yan Tianzhi waved his hand: "Outside, it's four yuan per root, of course, it has to be transported to other cities, no one wants it in our city. The transportation cost may be one yuan per root, and I can make a profit of one yuan per root. Hehe! After all, I still made a profit."

  The old village chief looked at Chu Jiaqiang, who shrugged his hands, indicating that he didn't know the situation either and had to check online.

  Chu's family was also helpless, and the old village chief agreed to this deal on the spot. This is already the best result, after all, it's better than being bitten by insects in the wilderness.

  "Alright, I still need to find someone to count the exact number before I can give you an answer. Let's go take a look together after dinner, Xiaoxiu," said the old village chief.

  Xu Xiu nodded, at this time their family really needed to earn some money.

  "Isn't Uncle Yan in the lumber business? How come he's dabbling in bamboo now?" Chu Jiaqiang joked.

  "Alas! The timber business is not doing well now, especially for us small-scale operators. Now many places are closed for afforestation, and without a wood source it's very difficult to do business. I'm thinking of looking into other industries." said Yan Tianzhi.

  Actually, there is another reason. In the south, especially in this mountainous city, wood sources are not as scarce as Yan Tianzhi said. But I need to run into the mountains frequently, sometimes far away from home. This year, I feel guilty towards my family, so I want to find a more stable direction for development.

  The old village chief was about to leave and told others the news, and asked a few people to help count in the afternoon. He suddenly remembered the corn thing and immediately asked: "Right, Jiaqiang! Now everyone's corn is dried, when do you think we should contact the buyer?"

  Ever since the old village chief told everyone that corn was previously being cheated, everyone was also filled with indignation. Thinking that this year may increase revenue by half in terms of corn, everyone's enthusiasm is very high. Everyone rushed to harvest their own corn, and hurriedly went to dry it, just waiting for more money to be collected this year.

  "Haha! Don't worry, Village Chief Grandpa, I've already looked into it these past two days. The provincial government's purchasing price is 2142 yuan per ton, which is about 1 block per catty. There's no need to worry about not being able to sell them. Let me find a contact method online in a bit." Chu Jiaqiang said with a smile, the villagers were too anxious.

  Yan Tianzhi suddenly fell into deep thought, his mind racing with the feeling that this was a business opportunity. At the beginning of last year, he had heard that the national average price of corn flour was 5.2 yuan per kilogram, or 2.6 yuan per jin. This corn was only about 1 yuan per jin, and the profit margin was not small!

  He was also a decisive person and immediately said to the old village chief: "Old village chief, wait! I'll take this corn for 1.5 yuan."

  Yan Tianzhi also had his own plans, preparing to open a powder factory in the city. Although funds were lacking, with his ability, he could borrow some money from the bank and then borrow a bit from friends, which should be enough. There was no technical expertise required here, those powder-making machines were easy to operate once you got started.

  This time, even Chu Jiaqiang was stunned and hurriedly said: "Uncle Yan, you're not joking, right? I've checked, the highest price outside won't exceed 1.3 or 1.5, aren't you afraid of losing all your capital?"

  Xu Xiuyi also listened anxiously, her family couldn't afford to be stirred up. Even Old Wan advised caution, saying that doing business should not be done hastily.

  Yan Tianzhi shook his head: "They also want to make a profit, the acquisition price is around one yuan, they can make five or six cents by selling it in bulk, and they can make about one yuan by selling it individually. And I'm planning to open a flour mill, the profit of corn flour is even higher than the previous two trading methods. Don't worry! I won't do business at a loss. Of course, 1.5 yuan is the price for Chujiacun, and later on, other villages outside will be purchased at normal market prices. By the way, why don't you partner with me to open a factory?"

  Everyone listened and realized they had worried unnecessarily, as it turned out that others were more suitable for doing business.

  The old village chief naturally agreed with joy, and the price went up again. The standard of living in their village will also rise accordingly.

  Chu's family shook his head: "Forget it, I don't have time for this."

  Everyone was indignant, this guy had been idle at home for a long time recently, and now he actually said he had no time. Wan Lao Bao smiled wryly, knowing that Chu Jiaqiang was the kind of person who was content with small wealth. Many people might mock such behavior, thinking it's not ambitious. But in fact, it's just that people can't see through, driven by interests, and finally drag their tired bodies to death.