Another day had passed.
"Good morning, Brother Store Manager!"
Early in the morning, Little Celery saw Zhang Zian wandering in front of the shop and immediately ran over to greet him.
"Hey, Little Celery, good morning."
Zhang Zian was observing the pupa of the swallowtail butterfly on the door of the shop next door. He waved at Little Celery.
Little Celery skipped over to him and looked up at the pupa of the swallowtail butterfly, just like him.
"It became a pupa?" she asked.
"Yes."
"That's great! It won't take long to see beautiful butterflies coming out of it, right? "She was full of expectations.
"Well, it won't take long." Zhang Zian nodded. "Little Celery, have you thought about how to write your essay?"
"Yes!"
Little Celery talked about her idea, and Zhang Zian corrected some of her academic and rhetorical mistakes, but he did not change the main content of her essay. After all, the essay was written by her, not by him.
After finishing, Little Celery did not immediately go to school, nor did she enter the shop to see the hamster and lop-eared rabbit. Instead, she seemed to have something to say.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else? "Zhang Zian saw her hesitation.
"That …" She stammered, "There are more and more caterpillars on the trees in our school, and even the walls are crawling everywhere. The students are very scared, and the teachers have a headache. So I told the teachers that Brother Store Manager is very powerful, and maybe you can solve the caterpillar problem."
"Oh … So, you recommended me to the teachers?" he asked to confirm.
"Yes … but I didn't ask Brother Store Manager's opinion in advance, and I don't know if Brother Store Manager has time …" She bowed her head as if she had made a mistake.
"I have a lot of time, and it's easy for me to deal with insects!"
If it was to deal with stray cats and dogs, he would not dare to boast, but it was just caterpillars. No matter how many there were, as long as he was willing to do it, there would be no caterpillars that could not be eliminated!
Although he was rejected by the street office, he was very discouraged. But now he thought about it again. In fact, the street office was only a coordinating department. For example, the street office could not manage the internal affairs of the school. It was better to take this opportunity to practice in Zhonghua Road Primary School and start small. Otherwise, if he suddenly had to deal with the pests in the entire Dongcheng District, he would definitely be overwhelmed.
"Great! I have already told my teacher, and my teacher has also informed the guards. Brother Store Manager can go anytime! "Little Celery was so happy that she jumped three feet high." Then I will go to school first! "
"Okay, go quickly. Don't run too fast."
Little Celery ran away happily, and Zhang Zian watched her disappear at the corner of the street.
He thought about it. Even if he wanted to go, it would not be appropriate to go in the morning because the school was busy in the morning and there were many parents picking up their children. If he wanted to go, it would be better to go in the afternoon.
As for the morning, in addition to going to the seaside to play Sihwa's song as usual, he also made an appointment with the white dog, Xiao Bai, to check the results of the stray dogs' labor.
From the morning of the day before yesterday until noon today, excluding the time left for Little White to mobilize, it was almost a full 48 hours.
How many bottles could the stray dogs collect in 48 hours?
Although there were often elderly people in the city who were short of money or could not stay idle, such as the old lady who came to the pet shop with a Pomeranian for help, they could not pick up all the bottles. After all, no one would stay in the garbage bin 24 hours a day waiting to pick up bottles. Most of the bottles would still fall into the landfill, where they would be further sorted and recycled or crushed into landfills.
The stray dogs were rushing to collect the empty bottles and transfer them to other places before the landfill was sorted and processed. In other words … this was also socialism, right?
"Come, help me move it to the car."
Zhang Zian called Wang Qian and Li Kun to help.
"Master, where are you going to move so much dog food? You are going to empty out your family's assets! "
Wang Qian and Li Kun asked, puzzled.
Labor could not only rely on coercion, temporary enthusiasm, or idealism. There must be appropriate incentives. Even if Little White was strong, it could not do better than the "big pot of rice" of the past. Everyone knew the end of the "big pot of rice."
In order to mobilize the stray dogs' enthusiasm for labor, they must see the tangible benefits in front of them. Clean dog food was a good choice.
In addition …
Uncle Li came over on a tricycle, and the back of the tricycle was filled with foam incubators.
"Store Manager Zhang, the roast chicken legs you ordered are finally all roasted," Uncle Li said, wiping his sweat.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'm really sorry for troubling you to roast them overnight." Zhang Zian apologized.
"Cough! No need to say anything! " Uncle Li laughed heartily, glanced at the pet shop with curiosity, and asked, "Maybe I'm talking too much, but it's not New Year's nor is there a festival. Why do you suddenly want so many roast chicken legs?"
Suddenly receiving a large number of orders from Zhang Zian, the old couple was happy for the business, but they were also worried that it would be too late and delay Zhang Zian's business.
Uncle Li and his wife had been preparing since last night. They thawed the frozen wholesale chicken legs and marinated them with honey. In order not to delay the normal business, they got up at three o 'clock in the morning to roast the chicken legs. It was very hard work, and the money they earned was hard work.
It was not until they squeezed out all the free time to complete the order that they felt tired. Aunt Li had already gone to sleep.
It was normal for Uncle Li to have this question. After all, the puppies in the pet shop were fed dog food most of the time. Only a few dogs, such as Famous and Zhan Tian, were fed chicken legs and breasts.
Zhang Zian explained, "It's not for the dogs in the shop. It's for the pet breeding base nearby … Oh, yes, Uncle Li, you may need so many chicken legs in the future. If you can't do it, you can hire someone. Don't tire yourself out."
"Okay, okay."
Although Zhang Zian didn't answer directly, Uncle Li was sophisticated and didn't ask about his privacy. Anyway, he couldn't do anything illegal with the chicken legs. The most important thing was to make money for himself.
Everyone had dog food. It didn't matter if it was more or less. Anyway, it could fill their stomachs. The key to motivating people to work was chicken legs.
Dogs were very understanding animals. They could observe people's expressions, learn, and form appropriate conditioned reflexes. They would soon discover that whoever brought more bottles would have more chicken legs to eat.
The reward and punishment mechanism didn't work much for cats, but it was very effective for dogs.
For dogs that didn't work hard, other dogs would eat chicken legs, and you could only watch and drool. If it was a chaotic and disorderly state, there would definitely be fighting and robbing, but with Little White suppressing it, there was no need to worry about this problem.
Soon, the Wuling Hong Guang MPV was full except for the driver's seat. Fortunately, the Wuling Hong Guang MPV could fit, or else one car wouldn't be enough.
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