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  Chapter 156 We are not losing this business! (Four more ask for a monthly ticket)

   "Cow herding!"

  Accompanied by Zhang Lao's long and drawn voice, a dozen villagers drove more than 90 cows to the meadow outside the village.

   Nearly a hundred cows walked up, and the scene was quite spectacular.

   It was the first time herding cattle, and everyone was not at ease, so follow more people.

  Even the group of little kids are messing around behind the cow's butt.

  Liu Qingshan had nothing to do when he was idle, and he also took a long wicker stick and mixed in the team in a decent manner.

  In case the cow doesn’t get used to it and starts running away, it’s good to be able to drive it back.

   But this kind of worry is obviously unnecessary. These cows have been in dairy farms since they were young, and they are relatively docile.

   It was the ten big bulls, who were a little dishonest and always wanted to get close to the cows.

   "It seems that we will be divided into groups in the future, and the male and female will be separated. Otherwise, these big bulls will always be embarrassed."

  Zhang Laoji drove the bull with a whip. On their side, a bull is generally called a bull.

  That's why many children like to use Mangzi as their nickname, which means they are as strong as a calf.

  For example, Ermengzi, the crybajing from Jiapigou, although he is a bit crying, he is really strong.

  However, some bulls tend to be castrated because they have a strong temper, and they don’t listen to the plowing and pulling carts.

   This kind of cattle is called steer, and it seems that no one uses this as a nickname for their children.

  Of course, cows also have other names, and here they are usually called Yuniu.

  There is an old saying: A feathered ox will go down to a feathered ox, and there will be five heads in three years.

  The group drove the cattle, not in a hurry, and walked slowly into the wild.

   When herding cattle, you must be patient and follow the nature of the cattle. People must follow the cattle instead of driving them away.

   "Are you really letting go?"

  Old master Lu couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this. In their case, cows basically live in the cowshed.

   "Don't all the cows have to be released?"

  The old branch secretary who also went with him asked back.

  Master Lu opened his mouth, but couldn't figure out how to argue.

  The old branch secretary stopped talking to Master Lu. In his opinion, this kind of person treats animals as animals, which is not the same as them.

  So he turned his head and chatted with Liu Qingshan: "There are so many more cows at once, before the silage feed you mentioned comes down, we won't have enough feed?"

  Liu Qingshan also nodded, especially in the past two months, it was really difficult when there was no harvest, no hay reserves, and no green grass.

  This is a problem. When I bought the cows, I didn’t expect the efficiency to be so high. I thought that with the current efficiency, it would take a month or two before the cows came.

   At that time, there will be a lot of meadows, not to mention a hundred or eighty heads, even a few hundred heads will be fine, as long as some concentrated feed is properly prepared.

  Unexpectedly, the dairy factory is so powerful, which is also the distress caused by being too popular.

  After scratching his head for a long time, Liu Qingshan managed to come up with a solution:

   "Grandpa branch secretary, I'll go to the winery in two days and ask if I can bring back some distiller's grains."

   "Well, I haven't tried feeding cows with distiller's grains. It should work. I'm afraid there is wine in it. Don't eat cows like drunk cows."

  The old branch secretary is very happy, what to do if he becomes addicted to alcohol.

   At this time, Old Master Lu interjected: "Our dairy farm has also fed distiller's grains, and the effect is good, but the ratio should not exceed 20%, otherwise, the fat content in the milk will decrease."

  Liu Qingshan also heard from people in the dairy factory that the supply of milk is seriously insufficient, so the requirements are not high at all.

  As long as the fat content in it meets the standard and the bacteria do not exceed the standard, it can be recruited correctly.

   Everyone chatted and strolled, and soon came out of Jiapigou, and in front of them was an endless meadow.

  Suddenly, the cows spread their hooves and began to run.

   They all ran very awkwardly, and their hooves jumped quite high, just like a kick.

  The people behind were so panicked that they also ran up, ready to block them in all directions, but they couldn’t let the herd disperse. If any of them were lost, the loss would be huge, hundreds of dollars.

  Captain Zhang had a bad temper, so he began to curse: "You little **** are arguing nonsense, you've made the cows hairy, get the **** out of here, don't be trampled on!"

  The so-called Maole refers to cattle and horses, which suddenly go berserk after being frightened, and turn into frightened horses and cows.

   These cows and horses, which are usually docile, are very terrifying once they go crazy. They run rampant and easily cause casualties.

  In the newspapers, you can often see so-and-so's reports of bravely blocking a horse.

  Historically, there were also people who set up fire bull formations to defeat the enemy, and they also took advantage of this.

  The little boys were also a little bit panicked, and the second man argued loudly: "Uncle Captain, we didn't mess around."

  Captain Zhang dragged the children to his side to prevent the frightened cow from rushing back, but he insisted:

   "Er Mangzi, you still have the face to say that it wasn't you who made a broken bow last time and shot my old cow!"

  As soon as they heard him talk about it, everyone couldn't help but smile.

  The little dolls in the village were mischievous, so they bent wicker sticks into bows and sorghum stalks as arrows, and shot them everywhere.

  Er Mangzi was an ingenious guy. He inserted a big horseshoe needle in front of the sorghum stalks.

   In the end, I didn't know how to shoot it, and the arrow hit the vital point between the crotch of the captain's big bull.

   Then you said that the big mang ox can be hairless, and ran for several miles with that deadly arrow.

   Later, I don't know where the arrow was scraped off, and then it stopped.

  Listening to Captain Uncle talking about this matter, Er Mangzi remained silent, and the kids all felt a little wronged, with tears in their eyes:

  They treat these cows very well, they don't want to beat them, they don't want to scold them, they just hope that they will all produce milk soon.

  At this moment, the running cows in front gradually stopped, and then came Zhang Lao'er's cry:

   "It's okay, everyone, don't worry, it's not hair anymore, it's a cow having fun!"

  Liu Qingshan was also a little anxious at first, but when he heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry:

  Perhaps these cows used to be like squatting in a trumpet, but now they suddenly ran to the rice field, of course they were having fun.

   It is estimated that these cows have not run much, no wonder they all run like kicks.

  So everyone was not in a hurry, and walked slowly over, only to see that the cows had dispersed and were gnawing hay on the meadow leisurely.

  The only calf was strong, jumping up and down, looking very lively.

  Perhaps the word lively is rarely used in cattle, but calves are an exception. When they were young, they were also very lively and playful.

  moo...

  The mother of the calf uttered a cry, and then Zhuang Zhuang happily ran to the mother's side, and then went to the belly to breastfeed.

   "Hey, these cows are all similar, how can Zhuang Zhuang recognize which one is his old lady?"

  Er Mangzi couldn't help but have doubts. In his opinion, these cows all look alike.

   "Hee hee, Er Man, would you mistake your mother?"

  The little fourth child grinned, showing his big gaping teeth.

  The adults couldn't help laughing too, but with a smile, those experienced villagers frowned again.

  Lao Zhang shook his head even more vigorously: "These cows are used to feeding ready-made forage, and it takes so much effort to eat hay."

  Most of the villagers let the cows go, and even seven or eight-year-old babies start to be cow-herders.

  They all know that cows eat a lot and will regurgitate, that is, ruminate.

  So when eating grass, 咵咵咵 is still very fast, old cows eat tender grass.

  These cows are much worse. They can't eat the hay on the field for half a day.

  Many cows straightened their necks in anxiety, mooing.

   "Go home and get the sickle, just cut more grass and go back."

   Captain Zhang yelled, and everyone went back to the village to get the sickle, and the withered grass on the meadow was barely enough for roughage.

  More than half of the adults went back, and the rest here were mostly those little children, some feeding the cows with straw sticks, and some simply sang the ballad taught by Teacher Yang:

   "The cows are still grazing on the hillside, and the cattle herders are gone..."

  Liu Qingshan was also a little lost in thought, but what he was thinking of was not the hero Wang Erxiao, but a sentence that teachers often used to teach students when they were in elementary school:

   "If you don't study hard, you will all have to go home and grow your cows in the future!"

  In fact, thinking about it, herding cattle seems to be a good idea.

  Looking at it, I saw Shan Xing holding a straw stick in her small hand, seducing a cow, running towards this side, and looking carefully, it turned out that it was a straw she picked up from nowhere.

  Liu Qingshan had an idea, and said to the old branch secretary beside him: "Grandpa branch secretary, we can feed the cows with grain and grass!"

   Grain grass is a high-quality roughage for feeding cattle and horses. Those who have livestock at home will use a guillotine to cut grain grass into small pieces, and then feed them as fodder.

  Of course, the old party secretary had thought of this problem a long time ago, and shook his head regretfully: "There is not much grain and grass in every household."

  Every family grows millet, only two or three acres of land, and basically all the grain and grass are used by themselves.

  Self-sufficiency is the most common production and lifestyle in rural areas.

   "You can go to other brigades to buy it!"

  Liu Qingshan is not bound by such rules and regulations, and his thinking is more open: most people will agree to exchange excess grain and grass for money.

   "Will that be too wasteful?"

  The old branch secretary still hasn't turned this corner, spending money to buy grain and grass, basically no one has done this kind of thing.

  Liu Qingshan was full of confidence: "Grandpa branch secretary, think about it, we are dairy cows, not farming cows raised at home. Milk produced by dairy cows can be sold for money, so it is normal to invest appropriately in feed."

  In his opinion, it would be good to deal with it for a month or two.

  The old party secretary is still thinking. Once the inherent concept is formed, it is difficult to change.

  At this time, Shan Xing beside Liu Qingshan suddenly spoke: "My eldest brother-in-law taught me a word, what I eat is grass, and what I squeeze out is milk."

  Even Liu Qingshan was stunned, not bad, even learned the famous sayings of Mr.

  The old party secretary also touched Shan Xing's little head: "Haha, our Shan Xing is knowledgeable, and we will definitely be writers in the future!"

   The little guy was a little embarrassed by the praise, so he hid behind Liu Qingshan, but still raised his head, with big bright eyes, looking at the secretary's grandfather.

  The old branch secretary also thought about it, and nodded cheerfully: "Shan Xing is right, what he eats is grass, and what he sells is milk. Milk is definitely worth more than grain and grass. We will not lose money from this business!"

  Shan Xing’s small face was also full of joy: “Grandpa Branch Secretary, can I squeeze a bowl of milk when I go back, a small bowl is enough?”

   "Okay, I'll give you a bowl to drink."

  The old branch secretary didn't hesitate at all. Shan Xing is a sensible girl, and of course everyone in the village likes her.

  Shan Xing pursed her lips happily: "It's not for me to drink, it's for the eldest sister's baby. After drinking it, it will definitely be as strong as Zhuang Zhuang!"

   "Good mountain apricot!"

  Liu Qingshan violently picked up the little girl and held it high above her head.

  Shan Xing's face was flushed red, and her small face was like a red apple because of joy and excitement.

   In her memory, this was the first time she was held high.

  (end of this chapter)