Money is really hard to come by these days, and Zhang Yunli has never been jealous of Chen Zixuan. Seeing how hard Chen Zixuan works every time, just to make this little money, when he thinks of this, he is worried about whether he will be able to afford it.

I have suffered all this.

"Okay, but drinking sugar water is good for your health, so it's better to drink more."

The two rested for half an hour, and Chen Zixuan continued to drive. He originally wanted Zhang Yunli to try driving a truck.

He is not familiar with this road now, especially since Zhang Yunli has never driven this kind of vehicle, and tractors and trucks are still different.

It’s better to wait until the time is right before letting him try it.

It’s not a bad idea to let Zhang Yunli get a driver’s license first, so that he can drive for himself later without having to work so hard.

As for driving, Chen Zixuan only had a fresh feeling when he first bought the car. After driving for a long time, he naturally got tired of it.

The journey to Mengcheng was smooth sailing, but we arrived a little late. We didn’t arrive until 11 noon the next day.

Looking around and seeing this large grassland and cattle and sheep, Chen Zixuan feels that the air here has become a lot fresher.

My mood follows the grass blown by the wind up and down.

Chen Zixuan parked the truck and locked it.

Taking Zhang Yunli down, he just estimated that there are probably thousands of cattle here, and they are probably all collective.

Nowadays, private individuals probably don’t dare to raise too many at once, because the policy has just been relaxed not long ago. Thinking of this, Chen Zixuan can guess it without having to think too much.

"Uncle, hello."

When he saw an uncle smoking a dry pipe down below, and the cigarette was coming up, he called out quickly.

In this unfamiliar place, Chen Zixuan still tried his best to learn more about the local conditions with the people here.

"..."

The uncle babbled a few words, but Chen Zixuan couldn't understand a word.

Chen Zixuan couldn't help but slapped his forehead fiercely, forgetting that the language of the people here was Mongolian.

Only then did Chen Zixuan realize that he was anxious because he didn't understand the local language at all.

"Uncle, I won't listen to this. Can you speak Mandarin?"

After hearing the other party babbled a lot, Chen Zixuan was now sure that the other party probably couldn't speak Mandarin, and he probably wouldn't understand what he said.

Chen Zixuan stood on the same spot and walked around.

He is thinking of a solution, but he doesn’t know anyone here. Who can he find to be a translator?

There must be high school students here.

They should all understand Mandarin.

Chen Zixuan looked around and saw that it was all grassland. He didn't know where he was going to find a literate person.

Chen Zixuan sat down on the grass. He had been tired for a whole day and didn't expect to encounter such a situation.

"Zixuan, what should we do now?"

Zhang Yunli also saw that the situation was not good. After all, neither of them expected that the old man here spoke very differently from them.

Chen Zixuan used to speak Mandarin when he was at home. He also spoke Mandarin when he went to the countryside and went to Iceland. Even in Beijing, there were people who could speak Mandarin.

Although Yangcheng's Mandarin is not standard, Chen Zixuan can understand it, especially those few Cantonese sentences, which he can speak himself.

Maybe he knows a little about common languages, but he really doesn’t understand Mongolian at all.

"I don't know what to do, let's take a rest first."

Chen Zixuan took out another piece of cake from his backpack, and took out another piece for the uncle.

Maybe the uncle also knew that no one could understand, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he waved his hands to show that he didn't need it.

Chen Zixuan, who was eating dry food, suddenly saw two young men and stood up quickly.

He believes that God has a perfect path, and these two young men might be able to speak Mandarin.

The older generation wouldn't say it's normal. Those who have gone to school should be able to teach Pinyin.

"Hello."

Chen Zixuan stood up and shouted.

The two paused and looked at Chen Zixuan.

As if they didn't know who Chen Zixuan was calling, they looked at each other and were about to turn around and leave.

"Wait, you wait first."

When they heard the shouting, they actually stopped, and Chen Zixuan was pleasantly surprised.

Now someone finally knows how to speak Mandarin, and Chen Zixuan knows that this is a bridge for them to communicate.

"Hello, we are coming from Beijing. We came here to buy cattle and sheep from you, but your elders here don't understand Mandarin, and we don't understand your local language, so you can

Can't you translate it for us?"

Hearing Chen Zixuan's words, the two looked at each other and nodded. They also knew that they didn't have anything here, only beef and mutton.

Sometimes I can't even grow vegetables, and I don't have much money. Every commune raises them. If this is the case, I will definitely not buy from you.

This is the first time someone has come here to buy in person, but I didn’t expect the language barrier to be a factor.

"No problem, but I still have to go back to feed the cows. I can't wait too long."

They are a little better than people in other places. They don't need to farm, they can just raise cattle and sheep.

"It's okay."

Chen Zixuan took out five yuan from his pocket.

He didn't dare to give them ten dollars at a time. If he gave them too much, they would definitely think that he was rich and easy to steal.

Five yuan is still divided between two people.

The moment Chen Zixuan took out the money, the two young men's eyes lit up and they nodded heavily.

After receiving the money, they directly acted as temporary translators, and Chen Zixuan was finally able to communicate clearly with his uncle.

"How much does your cattle and sheep cost per pound alive? How much does it cost per pound for slaughtered ones?"

The uncle thought about it carefully and realized that this was probably a big customer from out of town. After all, coming all the way here would definitely not buy just one or two heads.

"The live ones cost 40 cents per catty, but the slaughtered ones cost a little more than 70 cents per catty."

In fact, they are all similar, because living things contain a lot of blood, internal organs, skin, and hair, and many of these are extremely cheap or cannot be had.

But the slaughtered ones are different, everything will be done clean, it will be much lighter, and naturally the price will be more expensive.

"I'll think about it."

The price is actually not very high, but Chen Zixuan calculated it and found that if he sold it sliced, it would definitely cost a few yuan per catty, and he could still make some money, especially for things like butter.

However, Chen Zixuan still wants to talk more. After all, he doesn’t want just a little, but a lot.

The most important thing is that they can transport themselves to Beijing in the future. Otherwise, they have to come here every time. For this money, it is better to check the private transportation fees locally.

"Uncle, can it be cheaper? I pull a lot at a time, and my car can pull 30 pigs at a time. And I want it for a long time. I need 30 pigs a month, and I can contract it in a year.

."

You want so much? My dear, uncle and young man were all shocked. If it is so much, then this is really a contractor.

It doesn’t cost much for them to raise cattle and sheep.
Chapter completed!