Guinea Fowl

White Dew Farm was not part of an agricultural base. It was a farmers' market.

Compared with ordinary markets, however, White Dew Farm sold more "homegrown" products.

Free-range chickens, ducks and dogs, vegetables in their natural state, untouched by genetic modification...

Throughout the market, many ingredients were kept in their natural state.

This was what Zhang Xuezhou had found online.

The corresponding drawback was that these ingredients cost several fractions more than conventional ones, sometimes even several times as much.

A jin of genetically modified chicken breast cost just one yuan, while free-range chicken started at three to five yuan at the very least.

Most shoppers at the farm were elderly people with fairly generous pensions, and the sound of their incessant haggling filled the market.

Zhang Xuezhou paid the noisy surroundings no mind.

He looked at the rows of chickens and ducks for sale, a faint glimmer in his eyes.

The wire cages at each stall held at least a hundred chickens and ducks. Every so often, a vendor tossed a live chicken into a plucking machine, which stripped its feathers clean in a little over ten seconds.

The half-processed chicken was fed into a machine to be cut open, gutted, rinsed and chopped into pieces. The sealing and packaging that followed were also assembly-line operations.

The semi-mechanized process saved so much effort that Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help feeling rueful.

He could slaughter pigs with practiced ease in his dreams, so killing a chicken in real life would obviously pose no problem either.

But society no longer needed people in the profession of slaughtering animals.

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head, feeling that he possessed a whole repertoire of dragon-slaying skills with nowhere to put them to use.

"Little brother, don't go buying a thousand chickens at once!"

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