There were actually Mutant Chickens that weren’t afraid of the virus? This isn’t just a safe bet; more importantly, with the Zombie virus everywhere, raising these Mutant Chickens ans no need for feed! How much grain would that save? This is like a walking at locker in the apocalypse! And it’s self-preserving too!
It’s a pity, though. This ten percent hatching rate is a bit too low; it’s dood not to be widely developed, Jing Shu thought, shaking her head. She had chosen the premium route. If she were to raise tens of thousands of chickens in a mass-market approach, by the fifth year, there wouldn’t even be a need for the tyrant to reap the rewards. Jin Tianci would probably covet such a batch of Mutant Chickens that could survive in the apocalypse.
So they had to be rare. They needed to be rare enough to have only a few slots per month for reservations and so rare that they would beco a protected species, requiring the Governnt to intervene and protect them.
Should she fabricate a lie like, ’The mont it hatches and opens its eyes, the first creature it sees is its mother, and it will follow her loyally until death?’ Hmm, loyalty is what rich people love most.
Right, Jin Tianci should handle this matter. According to this new apocalypse law, could she choose to join the Mutant Animal Protection Association?
Jing Shu swiftly wrote in her plan:
16. Take the Dinosaur Chicken and Dinosaur Eggs for testing. The main purpose is to check whether the Dinosaur Chicken and Dinosaur Eggs contain any harmful substances and whether they are edible. Then, acquire a rare license, let Grandma Jing breed them, and finally... barter them for other things!
As it turns out, Virtual Coins are just poor people’s money. Nowadays, the real rich people barter with goods. This is because many resources and items can’t even be asured by Virtual Coins, let alone be bought with them. Renting a regular chicken to raise at ho requires a deposit of 10,000 Virtual Coins.
Not to ntion sothing like this that could be raised without worry.
Right, she also needed to check if there was a significant difference between eggs from chickens that ate regular feed and those that ate Zombie virus-infected insects.
The fat chicken trembled slightly to the side. Though it was a bit regretful that it couldn’t hatch eggs, things were better now. It pitied those poor hens that had to be mated with daily and still hatch eggs. Being a stud rooster, it seed, offered more freedom.
But! Its status in the household was irreplaceable by any other hen. Starting tomorrow, no, starting today, it had to lay more eggs! CLUCK CLUCK!
Grandma Jing wants to raise chickens, right? Why not give her a surprise by letting her raise a batch of these Mutant Chickens that don’t need feed, lay eggs, and whose hatched chicks can be sold for a high price? Grandma Jing would probably love it.
Consider it a grand birthday gift for Grandma Jing. Thinking of Grandma Jing’s face, wrinkled from smiling, made Jing Shu happy too.
"Believe in yourself! You will win! Believe in yourself! Oh~"
Just then, the sound of a battle song roared, startling Jing Shu. She quickly picked up the phone to answer.
"Jing Shu, didn’t you say you were coming to work at the dicine Association? Why haven’t you arrived yet? We old folks are going crazy here," bood the voice of Big Yellow Teeth Zhou Baqi.
COUGH COUGH. I’ve been so busy lately!
"Old Zhou, didn’t we agree? You’d call when there’s a competition? I’m working on sothing big these days."
"Don’t even ntion it. The competition in the Imperial Capital was called off. You probably don’t know about it yet, right? Suddenly, many new mountains have appeared all over All China, or perhaps the maps have drastically changed. Many people have also lost contact. They’ll probably have to hold the competition next year. Otherwise, believe it or not, they won’t even be able to gather all the participants. So you need to hurry up and co to work; you haven’t t your contribution quota for this month yet."
Speaking of this, Zhou Baqi had a love-hate relationship with Jing Shu. Everyone had a monthly assessnt, and even the Association President wasn’t exempt. However, Jing Shu was always scheming and slacking off. He and a few other old-tirs worked themselves to the bone guiding various projects and giving lectures, yet they barely scraped a passing score each month. And Jing Shu?
Every end of the month, she would submit so high-quality dicine. It wasn’t particularly precious stuff, but they were exactly the herbs most scarce in the apocalypse. Her points would be multiplied by ten, skyrocketing like a plane.
"You can’t keep using ’big things’ as an excuse anymore. You’ve submitted everything you could over the past few months. Now, the dicine Association has canceled that tenfold point bonus for assessnts to prevent old slickers like you from gaming the system. Everyone has to strictly adhere to quantity and quality. If you don’t show up for work, you’ll be demoted!"
As an outsider, Jing Shu had been trying very hard. But when she was previously at the dicine Association, she couldn’t give lectures. The only thing she could do was add a few drops of Spiritual Spring water, which cured every ailnt.
"Oh no, Old Zhou, this ti it’s really sothing big. My assessnt for this month depends on it. Don’t worry, even with the assessnt based on quantity and quality, I’m all set this ti. It will definitely cover until next month, no problem," Jing Shu said.
Zhou Baqi couldn’t help but be curious. "All your usual thods are restricted now. What could you possibly have?"
Jing Shu calmly said, "Chicken manure."
"What?" For a mont, Zhou Baqi didn’t catch on.
Jing Shu explained, "You know we’re short on fertilizer, and the higher-ups can’t allocate any down. There isn’t even enough food to eat, so how could there be resources for growing dicinal herbs that require years to mature? I have a batch of healthy chicken manure, perfect for fertilizer. I can process it directly into fertilizer here.
The key is, I can supply it to the dicine Association daily, ensuring the nutrient supply for their dicinal herbs is improved. How about that? I’ve managed to get the fertilizer you guys couldn’t. With this, this month’s assessnt and next month’s will be a breeze, won’t they?"
Human manure could also be used as fertilizer, but the cost was high. It needed to be dried and have things like phosphorus added. Its organic content was also lower than chicken manure’s. Moreover, since people were generally malnourished these days, their waste was even less nutritious. Besides, no one collected that stuff, and processing it was a real pain.
But Jingshu’s house was different. Because of the heating, the temperature was relatively high, and they also had sunlamps. The manure dried in a day or two and was then directly processed into fertilizer by the diligent Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing. Now, if there were a large batch of chicken manure, they would undoubtedly process it into fertilizer too. It was just that the household didn’t need that much.
"Well, it still depends on the quality. In that case, you should get it ready quickly. I’ll go discuss it with those old folks. We need to be fast; we might just be in ti for this batch of dicinal herbs." With that, he hung up the phone.
Chicken manure, truly a brilliant thing. It solved a big problem for her.
The sound of a horn from the BYD Song outside the villa urged her on. Jing Shu, dragging a shy Dinosaur Chicken, a large pile of eggs, and a few chicks, ran out shouting, "Coming, coming!" and got into the car.
In the car today, Mrs. Jing was dressed in a formal, gray suit. It was clean and elegant, making her appear particularly mature and composed. This was likely because she had recently been shadowing Minister Niu to familiarize herself with the duties of a ’minister’. It wouldn’t be long before she officially took up the position, and Jing Shu was happy for her.
After dropping Mrs. Jing at her workplace, Jing Shu then went with Mr. Jing to the long-unvisited Wucheng Farm. The farm had expanded by about ten tis its size since last year! It had been divided into many sections. Nowadays, it was like the vehicle registration office; all animals had to be registered here to prevent the spread of the Zombie virus.
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