The two of them headed to the farm across the way, while Shi Jing and Xu Jiao stayed back at the estate, chatting with colleagues and such, which was quite relaxing. In fact, every time Liu Zhizhong visited Provincial City, the pair felt pretty relaxed, haha!
Liu Zhizhong drove the big Lao RV, carrying Qian Xuan, toward the farm.
Leaving the estate, taking the private road, crossing the bridge over the small river, they entered the farm's domain.
They drove slowly along the road—Qian Xuan's request. He couldn't be bothered to say anything else; he just watched the scenery of his own farm from inside the vehicle, savoring the moment.
As for Liu Zhizhong, seeing this, he drove carefully, taking in the sights of this large private farm, a place specially reserved for private use. Whenever Qian Xuan wanted to say something, he would naturally speak up. Asking too much could annoy someone. Having dealt with important figures frequently, Liu Zhizhong was well-versed in this approach.
Green hills, clear waters, fences.
Chickens, pigeons, geese, ducks, cattle, sheep.
A mill, an oil press, a noodle processing workshop.
Fruit orchards, vegetable patches, busy girls...
Ah, what a bucolic pastoral scene!
The territory under the Iron Fist Family was truly fantastic, with fresh air and pure, abundant products, self-sufficient.
When they arrived at the farm and entered through the main gate, Qian Xuan finally said, "Let's not look for a campsite yet, we're going to slaughter a pig first. The estate needs pure lard and pork, and some friends also need a bit sent to them."
Liu Zhizhong chuckled, "Slaughtering pigs, I like that."
Qian Xuan burst out in English, turning his head incredulously to look at Liu Zhizhong.
Perhaps, with a language prodigy wife like Luo Shuxiu, his English had become habitual.
Liu Zhizhong responded in English too: "I like killing pigs and I am good at this thing!"
Qian Xuan cursed in English again, then immediately exclaimed in amazement, "Are you for real? You like killing pigs? And you're really good at it?"
"Yes, Mr. Xuan! How many heads do I have, daring to lie to you?"
"God damn, the best pig butcher among the secretaries?"
"Alright, you freak, I'll watch you butcher a pig this afternoon! And by the way, we're having pig-butchering dishes for dinner tonight!"
Liu Zhizhong thought it quite funny, calling me a freak as casually as you please, haha...
Of course, he was also willing to show off his pig slaughtering skills.
Yet he said, "Let's skip the pig-butchering dishes, I already told you I'd prepare a much more satisfying dinner for you tonight!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Xuan replied, "That's right! You did say that, doggone it! Alright, skip the pig-butchering dishes, we'll have yours."
Subsequently, without any need for directions, Liu Zhizhong followed the farm's signs and drove to the live pig breeding area.
There, it was a high-standard, modern pig farming facility; you couldn't smell even a trace of pig manure, it was frighteningly clean.
Modern pigsties, vast forest and shrubbery areas for free-range rearing. Riding around in electric carts, there were even about twenty workers collecting pig manure.
Scattered throughout the forest area were heads of beautiful Black Mountain pigs, creatures known for their stunning fat and tender meat, quite pricey indeed.
Just by pig farming alone, Qian Xuan could provide quite a number of job opportunities; was that considered a power's reciprocity to the people?
The two of them drove to the slaughtering area, which required passing through a disinfection process first.
Upon entering the slaughterhouse, one couldn't smell even a hint of blood, as the air there was extremely clean too.
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There was also a male supervisor, in his thirties, who, they say, held a Ph.D. in Information Management from Tsinghua.
This guy came over, gave Qian Xuan a report, knowledgeable as a treasure trove, familiar with every one of the dozens to hundreds of large and small mountain pigs here.
He knew exactly which ones could be slaughtered; he knew it like the back of his hand.
Qian Xuan said they'd only slaughter one today, my friend will do it personally, you all can assist.
The staff here were all stunned, unable to imagine that Liu Zhizhong, this neatly dressed young man, could actually slaughter a pig?
But they were all eating Mr. Qian's food and earning Mr. Qian's money; naturally, they would follow Mr. Qian's orders.
So, at Qian Xuan's request, the supervisor picked a plump mountain pig with the number 9572, weighing 218 pounds, which recent monitoring showed had meat that was up to standard.
Anyway, on Qian Xuan's farm, they spared no expense in playing with technology and hard work; the cost of one pound of pork here, after calculation, could reach 500 yuan a pound. Isn't that amazing? Imagine how good the meat must taste.
Money was not the issue; eating truly well and achieving real health standard in diet was what truly mattered.
The regular employees here all had bachelor's degrees; the scientific feeding technicians and management were all required to be masters or doctoral degree holders.
After a short while, a drone found the location of the number 9572 mountain pig. It was the farm's 9572nd mountain pig produced, hehe...
In less than five minutes, twelve animal husbandry graduates herded the number 9572 mountain pig into the slaughterhouse.
Qian Xuan smiled at Liu Zhizhong, "Come on, genius, show me how you slaughter one? Music!"
Well, Liu Zhizhong was impressed!
Sure enough, music began to play softly, echoing throughout the vast slaughterhouse. It was a soothing and relaxing piano piece...