In fact, they could see the chicken farm from a great distance.

This place is situated in a low-lying area. Even from a slightly higher vantage point, let alone within Qin Family Village, one could see the imposing gate and the iron-welded hen atop it. In front of the chicken farm sat an elderly man, seemingly in his eighties. Upon seeing Dongfang Fuxing and Qin Huairu's group approach, his eyes widened, and his imposing manner intensified.

Eastern Revival: ...

"Visiting? Go, go, go to the small room, change your clothes, and then disinfect! A bunch of brats, never quiet down." The old man cursed as he got up, turned around, picked up the keys, and although his words were harsh, he was quick to act.

"What is this?" Some people didn't quite understand.

But no one blamed him. The old man was clearly a veteran of the battlefield. Even without mentioning it, the pungent smell of blood emanating from him was enough to inspire awe.

"Dear leaders, I apologize. This is our village's third uncle, who was also the village chief two years ago. This chicken farm is the culmination of the entire village's hard work, and we dare not be careless. As the saying goes, even if you have a million-dollar fortune, you can't afford to lose anything with livestock. Every time we enter the chicken farm, we need to change our clothes and disinfect ourselves. This is the rule."

"The leaders probably don't know that if something goes wrong at this chicken farm, all the chickens could die in quick succession," Qin Huairu explained, as she led her people to change into pure white clothes. These days, such a complicated inspection was truly a first for Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden. Once inside, what greeted their eyes was an endless array of chickens.

Even though I had some idea of ​​what to expect before coming, I was still shocked by the sheer number of people.

"Our chicken farm started operating from... well, from a long time ago." Qin Huairu originally wanted to say it started in 1974, but it wasn't appropriate, so she just made up a random sentence. Then she continued, "The current number of laying hens has exceeded 60,000, and the current monthly egg production is about 80,000 jin. If nothing unexpected happens, by the end of the year, the number of chickens in our farm should be able to increase to 200,000. By next year, we should be able to reach full capacity, and then there shouldn't be any problem supplying the entire city of Beijing."

Qin Huairu's introduction truly shocked Dongfang Fuxing.

What does that mean? One village could supply all the eggs in Beijing?

Isn't that a bit outrageous?

But his intuition told him that the number couldn't be fake.

Qin Huairu's introduction didn't stop there; she pointed to another location, right next door, but this chicken farm was strange, as it was encased in sheet metal: "In addition, we have also started to try raising broiler chickens, and so far, the results are quite encouraging."

The broiler chicken project is relatively more complex than the egg-laying chicken project.

Broiler chickens are not traditional free-range chickens, but more like white-feathered chickens that mature in three months.

"Broiler chickens? Aren't they very difficult to raise?" Among the team, some knowledgeable people raised their questions.

There's not much to say about laying hens. Just look at them; they're densely packed together, and you can tell roughly how many there are. Whether a chicken farm with this level of quality is bragging or not, you can tell at a glance.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Ordinary broiler chickens generally need to be raised for two years before they can be sold, but our broiler chickens have shortened that time to half a year. Moreover, the meat is also very succulent."

"This...is this for real?" This time, it was Dongfang Fuxing's turn to be shocked. The difference between two years and half a year was enormous.

People don't like chicken these days because it's not very oily. If it can be slaughtered in six months, then they can just rely on sheer quantity. As a mayor, he rarely raises questions, so his abrupt questioning of this shows he's genuinely shocked.

"Yes, we have three professors from the College of Agriculture here, as well as some students from the College of Agriculture who come here for internships. We have also bred a lot of grandparent and great-grandparent chickens in order to find the most suitable breed of broiler chickens. Hard work pays off, and a few years ago we finally found a suitable breed."

"What is the concept of grandparent chickens and great-grandparent chickens?"

“Generally speaking, the laying hens or broilers we buy in the market are commercial chickens, parent stock chickens, which are the breeding chickens that hatch commercial chickens. Going further back, there are grandparent stock chickens and great-grandparent stock chickens.” Then, Qin Huairu’s tone became a little proud: “Grandparent stock chickens, also known as original stock chickens, are generally very difficult to obtain. We already have our own breeding institutions, so it can be said that we have firmly grasped the chicken farming industry.”

The group from Dongfang Fuxing nodded.

I've learned something new.

This means that a factory has developed core competitiveness, no longer needs to import chicks, and can even produce chicks itself.

Qin Huairu led the group to the warehouse. Nowadays, the busiest place in Qin Family Village is undoubtedly the warehouse. The warehouse is quite large, and many vehicles are parked at the entrance. Everyone is holding a form and queuing up. The person in front of them with a form went into the warehouse, and two young men helped carry eggs out of the warehouse.

Some people come out by themselves with just a basket.

“Our warehouse ships out a lot of goods every day, some to individuals and some to groups.” Qin Huairu didn’t go into details, as it was a bit difficult to explain.

"Don't you still have broiler chickens? I haven't seen any broiler chickens being transported out."

"Oh, chickens? That truck is it." Qin Huairu pointed to the large truck that stood out from the crowd. A middle-aged driver had jumped out when it came in.

A group of people looked over and saw the driver's uniform, and they were all speechless.

Well, Dayun Motorcycle Factory.

It's for our own people.

"The yield of broiler chickens is still a bit low, so apart from what we eat ourselves, most of them are sold to Dayun Motorcycle Factory."

"Can their small factory really consume that much?" someone couldn't help but ask. "If possible, shouldn't they consider supplying it to the supply and marketing cooperatives?"

Meat! This is meat!

Qin Huairu nodded: "We are indeed discussing this matter, but the village's suggestion is to wait a bit longer."

"Why wait any longer?" Dongfang Fuxing frowned.

"Let me keep you in suspense for a moment. I'll treat you all to a meal later, and you'll find out then. We won't go to any fancy restaurants; we'll just go to the canteen in our village."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but they held Qin Huairu in higher regard. To still have the composure to keep everyone in suspense under these circumstances was quite an achievement.