Boss Dafeng sent a message, and although he didn’t get an immediate response, he wasn’t in a hurry. He casually grabbed a handful of grass feed from a basket and placed it into the cows’ feeding trough.

Suddenly, the usually quiet cowshed burst into a cacophony of noise.

To prevent some cows from missing out or moving around, the penned cows are sometimes tied with very short ropes to keep them in a limited area. Since they are used to this since they were young, they are accustomed to eating only from the part of the trough right in front of them.

However, just as this handful of corn stalk feed was placed down—

"Moo!"

The cows in the other row also started pulling on their ropes, struggling to move towards this side. The short ropes and tight stakes made their pulling cause a chorus of mooing.

Looking at the few cows in front, their large heads butted back and forth, showing none of their usual docile demeanor, and they were fiercely competitive!

Boss Dafeng gasped, and before he could figure out why this was happening, he hurriedly distributed the grass feed equally into the rows of troughs.

But, there was only one basketful, and there were over 50 cows in this shed!

On average, each cow only got one handful, swallowing it as soon as it was in their mouths.

"Moo..."

These cows were mooing, and the cows from the other shed, unaware of what was happening here, also joined in mooing.

The apprentice was dumbfounded: "Fourth Uncle, you didn’t add something to this corn stalk, did you?"

Boss Dafeng was also confused: Add something? Add what? Who would be so foolish as to add something to corn stalks?

After a moment’s daze, he tossed the basket aside again and quickly pulled out his phone to send another message to Song Tan:

"Boss, are you selling these corn stalks?"

Song Tan, who had just instructed the family to send corn to Xiaoyang, sighed upon seeing the message:

"I’m sorry, Boss. As you can see, I even have to crush the corn stalks myself; my grass feed supply isn’t much."

Oh dear!

It was a futile question indeed, everyone is raising cattle, and hearing that Song Tan had over 200 cows, Boss Dafeng understood that the daily consumption of grass feed must be significant. The family must own a large plot just to supply them.

The kind of place where gathering and preparing grass feed still means taking care of the cattle, each family earns their living through sheer hard work.

Their sweat was particularly substantial, sweating blood and tears meant earning a good deal.

With Boss Song saying there’s no extra grass feed, it must truly be scarce, or else why wouldn’t they sell it if they could make money?

Understanding is one thing, but the taste was genuinely enticing!

Since their cows sold for such a high price, it was hard not to be swayed, caught in dilemma:

"If you have 30 to 50 tons, could you spare me some? I’ll try feeding a couple of cows to see if I can raise the prices."

In the livestock business, when dealing with peers, you must be straightforward; otherwise, a mishap can affect the entire industry.

Song Tan couldn’t refuse.

But—

"Boss, you see, since we are all in the same trade, I’m not hiding anything. I could spare 30 to 50 tons, but your trial cost would be significant. I don’t sell this feed for less than 3000 per ton."

Speaking of nothing else, in spring, cows eat that Milk Vetch, even with cautious feeding. The cost per ton is quite high, isn’t it?

Selling to Wu Lei was at a special price because of relations.

Boss Dafeng: "..."

per ton, and a cow would consume it in two months, meaning just the silage feed alone would be 50 a day?

With the cows raised for a year to market, how much profit do they actually make?

He wanted to say the price was ridiculous, but remembering they sell at 200...

The 200 bucks really felt like Five Finger Mountain, firmly crushing his doubts.

"Well... well..."

Boss Dafeng hesitated, ultimately not daring to invest so heavily, only sighing:

"Then let’s forget it."

Small business, can’t take the leap, nor withstand the storm!

The cows were still mooing, their eager eyes fixed on him, hoping for more treats.

But Boss Dafeng dared not feed them anymore, carrying the empty basket, he glumly headed back.

His nephew was perplexed and followed back, taking over the apprentice’s job of feeding.

The apprentice remained silent, simply went to the other end to gather the shredded grass feed neatly, preparing for packing later.

Seeing this, Boss Dafeng rushed to the wall and picked up several loose scraps, placing them inside while instructing the employee:

"Be meticulous, don’t waste any of this!"

a ton! This handful was worth several cents!

Apprentice: ...

They were using an integrated machine, with someone feeding a few stalks at the front, and the machine crushing them, automatically dispensing into a basket to continue feeding and mixing.