"Jianjun, you'd better say less, do you still want to make money?"

"Damn it, it's so hard to earn this money."

But they had to face reality, and the two of them started to get busy again.

After Cao Jianhua walked around the farm, he also went to mix the feed. The more work he could do, the less people he would hire, and a lot of money would be left over after a long time.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed. Seeing the moon climbing up into the sky, Cao Jianhua, Cao Jianjun, and Cao Shuai pushed the cart again and spread the feed. After washing their hands and the pig manure on their rain boots, they left the pig farm and went their separate ways.

go home.

People you meet on the road can smell their pungent smell from a distance. Fortunately, Cao Jianhua is riding a motorcycle and he is not in the mood to stop and chat with other people on the road.

All the way back home, when he was about to push his motorcycle into the house, Cao Jianhua suddenly saw three familiar figures. He stopped the motorcycle and stood there waiting.

The next moment, he shouted to the figure coming from the north: "Brother Jianguo, Shujie, are you busy?"

Yes, it was Cao Shujie, his father Cao Jianguo, and Cao Shuchao who came from the north.

They had just finished their work and were ready to go home for dinner.

Hearing Cao Jianhua calling someone, Cao Jianguo greeted him with a smile: "Brother Jianhua, how are you doing lately."

This is a normal way of saying hello. Cao Jianhua also knew that Cao Jianguo didn't mean anything else, so he didn't get angry. He shook his head with a bitter look on his face: "Brother Jianguo, it's really hard to do this!"

"What?" Cao Jianguo stopped and looked at him.

Cao Jianhua was not afraid of being laughed at by others. After he finished talking about the market situation of pork, he lamented: "I didn't expect that there would be such a big change in just over a month."

"Uncle Hua, this is normal, the cyclical changes of pork." Cao Shujie clearly remembered that there were times when pork was cheaper than vegetables, and there were times when the price of pork was comparable to beef.

There is no way to say this, unless you can control the market pricing power, but if you really get to that point, there is no need to worry about the three melons and two dates now.

After working for two months, Cao Jianhua now knows this truth. He asked Cao Shujie: "Shujie, do you think the price of pork will rise during the Chinese New Year this year?"

He may have the answer in his heart, but he still wants others to give him reassurance.

Cao Shujie hesitated, and then said: "Uncle Hua, I can't say, but every household will buy pork during the Chinese New Year. The demand for pork is huge. According to common sense, the price will rise."

"Oh, you and I are thinking the same thing." The expression on Cao Jianhua's face looked much more relaxed.
Chapter completed!