Song Ming ate until his belly was round. Before leaving, he patted his chest and told Li Long to come to him whenever he needed sugar residue hauled. He could bring a truckload over every so often, and the price was negotiable.
Li Long knew Song Ming must have ways of earning money on the side. After all, with a big truck, what couldn't he haul?
But the economy had only just begun opening up, and he couldn't haul construction materials, only ordinary agricultural goods. Most likely, he earned less on each trip than Li Long had paid him this time.
Still, however you looked at it, this was a win-win. Li Long got a whole truckload of sugar residue, and Song Ming earned a week or ten days' wages in just two or three hours. Both felt it was a good deal.
If animal husbandry hadn't still been underdeveloped, leaving the market prospects for sugar-residue feed unclear, Li Long really would have considered specializing in this feed.
In later years, more advanced machinery could dry and compress cattle and chicken manure into organic fertilizer, and dry and compress this sugar residue into organic feed. But right now, he didn't know whether it could be produced, or whether anyone would buy it.
Sugar residue was certainly popular. You only had to look at how many people scrambled for it every day at the big pit where the Sugar Factory discharged it.
But whether anyone would buy it if it were actually processed and sold as feed was another question.
He would wait for now. Things had to be done one step at a time. As things stood, at least the raw materials shouldn't be a problem.
It was already dark when Li Long returned to the Big Courtyard. Sister Yang