A winter passed in the blink of an eye.
Wang Yan spent this year at Xiao Yan's home, and it was quite lively. After all, he had become a prominent figure in the county, capable of getting many things done. During the New Year, a great many people came to pay him their respects.
It was nothing like the previous year, when he had eaten dumplings with Director Zhang's family at their home. Back then, the name Killing King Bolamula had only just begun to spread. He was still a newcomer, nothing like the established figure he was now.
Over the course of that winter, Duojie personally led five expeditions into the mountains. The mountain patrol teams entered the mountains more than eight hundred times, apprehended thirty-seven poachers, and seized over twelve hundred Tibetan antelope hides.
Meanwhile, Wang Yan got the dairy factory up and running. The machinery had been installed and tested, the workers had been recruited, and production had already begun. The milk they produced was not sold too far afield at first. They hired refrigerated trucks to deliver batches to Tianduo City for sale.
They did not even seek outside distributors. Wang Yan personally led the company staff to Tianduo City, opened a branch office, found warehouses, and gradually promoted their products there.
Once they had gained a foothold in Tianduo City, the people working for him there returned to the county and told everyone how successful Machi County's milk had become. Then county residents ordered more than a thousand portions of milk from the factory, with deliveries made every few days.
Not much of the initial output had even been sold in Tianduo City. A large amount had first been absorbed locally.
That had been Wang Yan's goal.
Machi County's main industries were agriculture and animal