industrial lord

Chapter 505: A lot of chickens can be sold in a month

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 next door dormitory."

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

Baron Turgot saw the workers here picking up a chicken and turning it over to reveal its black 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 longhouse. 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 it, 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 opened the door and led the guests into the breeding area. The ground here was covered with a layer of sawdust, with a half-meter-wide wooden 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 1100 chickens. There are 15 rooms in total. There are currently 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 the eggs are incubated for about 20 days, so the 12 chicken houses are divided into three parts, and every month there are newly hatched chickens and chickens to sell."

"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 to hatch. This month, we started buying eggs and hatching them ourselves." Baron Turgot calculated in his mind. After thinking about it, he sighed: "So you can sell at least more than 4,000 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 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 went back.

Spike talked to a worker who was filling up the water fountain for a while while the workers brought in the trays of chickens and dumped them against the wall.

Baron Turgot was a little curious, why not put the chickens next to the drinking fountain, wouldn't it be more convenient for them to drink water?
After Spike finished speaking, he asked this question.

"On purpose." Spike said with a smile, "Let the chicken walk more and exercise, so that it can be healthy."

"Some chickens have physical problems that are not visible on the outside. You can tell by just looking at the chickens walking."

Baron Turgot thought it made sense.

Spike led him out of the workroom on the other side, which contained feed, scales, and several large pots for mixing feed. A large pot contained broken wheat grains and wheat bran.

A beautiful girl was weighing a light yellow powder. When she saw Spike, she joked: "You came back so early, I thought you would come back at noon."

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

He said to Baron Turgot: "Sister Natasha came from an orphanage like me. When I was a child, I ate too much but not enough. She could always help me steal food from the kitchen."

Natasha smiled and said, "Those were left for you by the aunts on purpose."

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

Spike said awkwardly: "This is a bit difficult to handle. Now the business of Fuqiang Fen is getting better and better, and the raw materials are not enough. I can't be shameless and ask for too much."

"I have a plan to raise our own bugs in the future."

Natasha knew that he had tried his best. People could make a lot of money by selling insect powder to make Fuqiang powder. It would definitely work but it would be detrimental to the relationship, so she said: "Then buy more soybean meal first, and I will adjust the proportion."

Baron Turgot felt as if he had heard something terrible just now.

He saw the weighed light yellow powder poured into the basin and asked about the smell of garlic, and asked curiously: "What are these?"

Spike replied, "Garlic powder."

Baron Turgot thought it was just ordinary added vegetables and didn't pay attention.

Spike had a lot to deal with today, and soon came to another longhouse that seemed to be the newest.

The breeding area here is divided into two parts by wooden boards. Several young people are sitting there and busy, and some people help catch chickens and hand them over to them.

I saw a young man taking the chicken that was handed over, stepping on a pair of wings with one foot and stepping on the chicken legs with the other to expose his side. He used a sharp knife to make a cut on the chicken, then used a tool to open the wound, and then used two He inserted a tool into the chicken's body and fiddled with it for a while. After removing an organ, he took off the tool that supported the wound, sprayed some medicine on the wound, threw it aside, and took the next one for surgery.

Spike went over and asked the young man with the quickest hands and feet: "Stephen, can you finish the work today?"

Stephen replied without raising his head: "We can castrate all the chickens here today."

Baron Turgot frowned there. These should be golden-skinned chickens. They were about one month old. Their beaks seemed a bit blunt. Why were they castrated?

Spike did not explain why he wanted capons, but said to him: "These chickens will take a long time to raise, but they are delicious. One gold coin can only buy two by then."

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

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

Baron Turgot thought it made sense. He had heard many stories about all the chickens in a village dying within two or three days, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​raising chickens of his own.

Spike continued: "I plan to expand the scale and raise some egg-laying chickens in two years when I have some money."

Baron Turgot asked him, "Is that how you raise them?"

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

"Chickens living in an apartment building?" Baron Turgot found it difficult to understand. An image of a chicken living in a two-bedroom, one-living-room house emerged in his mind.

(End of this chapter)