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Much of the work at Tianjingyan Medicinal Herb Planting Base relied on traditional human labor.

It was not that Tianjingyan Medicinal Herb Planting Base lacked modern automated systems. In fact, after An Wuyang took charge of Five Watches, he had already begun promoting automation at Tianjingyan.

However, most tasks at Tianjingyan Medicinal Herb Planting Base came with special requirements that made mechanized automated operations impossible.

Take the harvesting of Bitter Orange Flowers, for example. How could such delicate work be automated?

Even the best automation currently available probably could not compare to doing it by hand.

An Wuyang gave Zhuang Xiaomeng a rough tour of Tianjingyan Medicinal Herb Planting Base. At around 6:20 in the evening, he received a message from An Shicang.

'An Shicang: President An, dinner is ready in the small cafeteria.'

'An Wuyang: Alright, we'll be back shortly.'

An Wuyang called out, "Xiaomeng, it's getting late. Let's head back and eat."

"Oh!" Zhuang Xiaomeng answered first, then asked, "Are we going back to the city?"

"No, we'll eat here. They have specialty cured pork ribs and cured pork trotters, all made from pigs we raised ourselves, so the quality is guaranteed," An Wuyang explained.

Tianjingyan Medicinal Herb Planting Base did not merely grow medicinal herbs. It also maintained small-scale livestock farming and crop cultivation to serve the An Family.

"The pigs raised by our family are delicious!" An Wuyang added.

Zhuang Xiaomeng asked curiously, "Your family even raises pigs? Can't you buy native pork outside these days?"

An Wuyang raised his right index finger and tapped Zhuang Xiaomeng on the forehead. "The native pork sold outside is all fake!"

"Huh?" Zhuang Xiaomeng froze for a moment.

"They're all fake?" Zhuang Xiaomeng asked hesitantly.

An Wuyang answered with certainty, "Yes, almost all of it is fake. There's most