Lord of Industrialization

The van drove through the gate, crossed the thick wall of thorns, and entered the chicken farm.

In the eyes of many people, the main benefits of raising chickens are eggs and the use of chicken manure in pastures to fertilize the fields. Only when the chickens stop laying eggs are they stewed.

Baron Turgot thought that there would be a large piece of grass in front of him. A large group of chickens were looming in the grass. From time to time, a few would fly up. Village girls wearing headscarves and carrying baskets carefully picked up the eggs in the grass.

However, what appeared in front of him were rows of long houses with red bricks and red tiles. Each long house was 50 meters long, 4 meters wide and more than 3 meters high, with not a single feather in sight.

As the car drove deeper, Baron Turgot counted a total of 16 such longhouses on both sides.

The row of houses in the south is different. There is a three-story peach stone building on the left, which seems to be inhabited.

The row of bungalows on the right looks like a warehouse. There are many carts parked at the door. There are pallet-like wooden boxes stacked up next to the carts. Many people in white coats are there.

Spike asked Baron Turgot: "Sir, do you want to take a rest in the lounge first?"

"I'm going to see the chicks that hatched, and I can't take you to visit them later."

Baron Turgot immediately said: "If possible, I would also like to see the chicks."

Of course, Spike had no problem and parked his car in the parking lot next to the Peach Blossom Stone Building. There were also several tricycles and trolleys here.

Baron Turgot followed him to the dressing room, put on a white coat and hat, and came to the incubator.

There was a chirping sound of chicks in the incubation room. Baron Turgot was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth when he saw the workers taking out plates of yellow chicks from cabinets.

Spike took one look and loudly asked a young man inside: "How's the hatch rate, Steve?"

Steve replied without looking back: "Probably more than 90%."

Spike said happily: "Well done, I didn't expect that we could achieve such good results in our first hatching."

“Is the chicken coop ready?”

Steve replied: "I just saw Natasha refilling the drinking fountain."

Spike nodded, and then said to Baron Turgot: "Steve and I grew up together in the orphanage. We are in the dormitory next door."

The workers put the chicks into transfer pallets and transported them on trolleys to the longhouse next to them, where several people were busy.

Baron Turgot saw a worker here pick up a chicken and turn it over to reveal the black chicken feet. He lifted the chicken feet upside down and opened its anus to check. He also looked at whether the chicken's head drooped or its neck was bent, and then placed it in different places. in the tray.

He asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

Spike replied: "Roosters and hens are raised differently, so they should be separated and the chickens should be checked for deformities."

Baron Turgot was a little curious when he saw that there were many compartments in this long house. At this time, Spike walked out and he could only follow.

The divided chickens were quickly transported away to a long house not far from the gate.

Baron Turgot felt very hot as soon as he entered. The temperature was much higher than outside.

There is a workshop about 2.5 meters wide at each end of this long house. In the middle is a breeding area 45 meters long and more than 3 meters wide. The walls are very thick, and an air conditioner that can send fresh air is hung ten meters away. In the winter in the workshop The flue of the heating stove extends into the breeding area. There are no windows around, and the lighting inside is all by lamps.

The trays filled with chicks are first stacked up in the work room for fifteen minutes, and then placed in the breeding area after the chicks calm down.

Baron Turgot felt that he would not be surprised today, and just sighed: "I didn't expect that even the chick's mood was taken into consideration."

Spike said: "Chickens are very timid and easily scared to death."

"The walls here are very thick, not only to keep the heat in during the winter, but also to isolate the sound from outside."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door and led the guests into the breeding area, where the ground was covered with a layer of sawdust, with a half-meter-wide plank bridge in the middle, and a drinking fountain and feed board next to it.

There were a few people here filling the drinking fountains, and Spike tested the temperature with his hand and seemed satisfied.

He told Baron Turgot: "A chicken house like this can raise about 1,100 chickens. There are 15 rooms in total, and now there are 12 chicken houses."

"The chickens we raise can be sold in two and a half months. After the chickens are sold out, the wood chips with chicken droppings on the ground will be composted within half a month, and then disinfected and put in new wood chips."

"A chicken raising cycle is three months, and eggs are hatched for about 20 days, so the 12 chicken houses are divided into three parts. Every month, newly hatched chickens and existing chickens are sold."

"There are also three chicken houses raising another kind of chicken. That kind of chicken takes a long time to raise, but the chicken is more fragrant."

"These chicken coops have been built one after another in the past few months. Once a batch is built, we start raising them. In the first two months, we bought chickens for hatching. This month, we started buying eggs and hatching them ourselves."

Baron Turgot did the math in his mind and sighed: "So you can sell at least more than four thousand chickens a month, and you can make a lot of money!

Spike smiled and said: "Some chickens will die, let's count them as four thousand. Now the average wholesale price of such chickens on the market is 36 copper plates. If we are on track, there will be more than 800 florin gold coins a year." Bar."

"But I have to pay wages, deduct various costs, and repay loans. In the end, I don't earn much."

Baron Turgot was moved. Now there is a war in the Tarago Kingdom. With the war, food prices have begun to rise. Air-dried chicken is a good business.

He made a decision in his mind to open a chicken farm like this when he returned.

Spike talked to a worker who had just finished filling the water dispenser. Then the workers brought in the trays of chicks and dumped them near the wall.

Baron Turgot was a little curious. Why didn't they put the chicks near the water dispenser? Wouldn't it be more convenient for them to drink water?

After Spike finished talking, he asked this question.

"It's intentional." Spike smiled and said, "Let the chicks walk more and exercise more, so that they can be healthy."

"Some chicks have health problems that can't be seen from the outside, but you can see it by looking at how they walk."

Baron Turgot thought it made sense.

Spike took him out of the workshop on the other side. This workshop was filled with feed, scales, and several large basins for mixing feed. One large basin was filled with crushed wheat grains and bran.

A beautiful girl was weighing a pale yellow powder. When she saw Spike, she joked, "You're back so early. I thought you were back at noon."

Spike replied, "Mr. Turgot came to visit us today."

He said to Baron Turgot, "Sister Natasha and I came from an orphanage. When I was a child, I ate a lot and didn't have enough food. She always helped me steal food from the kitchen."

Natasha smiled and said, "That was left for you by the aunts on purpose."

"By the way, there is very little insect powder. We need to purchase some."

Spike said embarrassedly, "This is a bit difficult. The business of Fuqiang powder is getting better and better now. The raw materials are not enough, and I can't be too shameless to ask for too much."

"I have a plan. We will raise insects ourselves in the future."

Natasha knew that he had tried his best. Others could make a lot of money by selling insect powder as Fuqiang powder. Asking for it would definitely work, but it would be against personal relationships, so she said, "Then buy more soybean meal first, and I'll adjust the ratio."

Baron Turgot felt that he seemed to have heard something incredible just now.

He saw the weighed yellowish powder poured into the basin, smelling garlic, and asked curiously: "What are these?"

Spike replied: "Garlic powder."

Baron Turgot thought it was just an ordinary vegetable addition and didn't care.

Spike had a lot of things to deal with today, and soon came to another longhouse that looked the newest.

The breeding area here was divided into two parts by wooden boards. Several young people were sitting there busy, and someone helped to catch chickens and hand them over to them.

I saw a young man taking the chicken handed over, stepping on a pair of wings with one foot and the chicken leg with the other foot to expose his side, cutting a hole in the chicken with a sharp knife, then using a tool to open the wound, and then inserting two tools into the chicken's body to fiddle with it for a while, removing an organ and taking out the tool to open the wound, spraying some medicine on the wound and throwing it aside, and taking the next one for surgery.

Spike went over and asked the most skillful young man: "Stephen, can you finish the work today?"

Stephen replied without raising his head: "All the chickens here can be castrated today."

Baron Turgot frowned there. These should be golden-skinned chickens. They look about one month old and their beaks seem a bit blunt. Why are they castrated?

Spike did not explain why the chickens had to be castrated, but said to him: "These chickens will take a long time to raise, but they are delicious. At that time, one gold coin can only buy two."

Baron Turgot blinked, counted on his fingers, and said in disbelief: "In other words, the chickens in this chicken coop can only be sold for 500 gold coins?!"

Spike shook his head and said: "It's hard to say. If there is a chicken plague, I will have nothing."

Baron Turgot thought it made sense. He had heard of many cases where all the chickens in a village died in two or three days. The idea of ​​raising chickens himself was immediately dispelled.

Spike continued, "I plan to expand the scale and raise some laying hens after I have some money in two years."

Baron Turgot asked him, "Are you raising them the same way?"

Spike shook his head and said, "I heard that the commander is researching a method of raising chickens that allows them to live in buildings. I'll try it then."

"Chickens living in buildings?" Baron Turgot found it difficult to understand, and a picture of a chicken living in a two-bedroom, one-living-room house emerged in his mind.