The chicken coop of the 18th week was built, similar to the chicken farm of later generations, and two places were built, separated by dozens of zhang, which was to avoid the infection of chicken plague as much as possible, and this distance may not have any effect, but his territory is only so large.

Each chicken coop has a small yard, and the chickens have some space to move, which can be regarded as ecological chicken raising.

Many neighbors came to see the surprise and were surprised by such a large chicken coop

"I'm afraid you have to raise hundreds of chickens at a time, right?"

"It's a little strange for Childe to do anything this week",

"It's the first time I've seen this specialized chicken breeder",

"How can you sell it if you raise so much?" Zhou Dao smiled and didn't explain much, he was still just a chick, and he had his own plans for how to sell him when the time came.

It's easy to say, he is close to the wharf here, there is Ziyang County in the upstream, and Zizhou City in the downstream, which is not far away, and the freight is completely affordable.

Besides, the local area is also a market town, so it can be digested to some extent. In addition to cooking and cleaning, the rest are all men, and generally give priority to finding strong men.

Two chicken coops have their own sheds, and there are people sleeping here at night.

"To say that Zhou Gongzi is still too shrewd",

"What do you mean by that?" A few old men in the town were talking,

"He even has to fight the idea of chicken dung, and picks chaff."

"It's up to him to figure it out!"

"I heard that it is five picks of chicken manure in exchange for a load of bran, or in exchange for leafy vegetables that people can't eat, you just see how good he is! Chicken manure is pulled away, and chickens are also eaten. ”

"That's it, it doesn't look like a scholar, and such a small profit is also targeted."

"Insulting Sven!" Zhou Dao, who insulted Sven, was gnawing on a pocket chicken leg at this time, and he, Mrs. Xu, and Hanwa were eating in the hall.

Hanwa is a daimyo who is tied up, yes, it is a daimyō. The surname Zhang is called Zhang Hanwa. He followed Zhou Dao all day long, received a share of the salary, and gained some prestige among his peers, and he now asks others to call him by his big name, Zhang Hanwa.

Eating at the same table, this is Zhou Dao's special request, Mrs. Xu has been unwilling at first, and later saw that Zhou Dao did not seem to be polite, so she reluctantly got on the table, as if Zhou Dao was the owner of this house, and she was just a cook in this courtyard.

Today's main dish is chicken stewed mushrooms, which is the wild mushrooms picked by Mrs. Xu in the mountains, and the chickens are the plague chickens that died in the chicken farm.

Wild mushrooms with distemper chicken? Zhou Dao muttered in his heart, but he couldn't match the umami of chicken soup, and then he saw Zhang Hanwa gnawing on the chicken bones almost in vain.

Zhou Dao tried to take a few small bites, but felt that there was nothing unusual, so he followed the feast regardless of it, after all, meat is not always available in these years.

Chickens often die on the farm, so as long as there are not many chickens, there is nothing to worry about. Of the three dead chicks, he took two of them himself and gave one to Xu Wa'er.

Carrying a dead plague chicken home to eat by himself was impossible for him before.

Dead plague chicken, Zhou Dao thought it was going to be buried at first, but he was dumbfounded, people were like babies crazy to grab this free meat,

"Plague chicken meat is the best." That's what local diners have to say. "He's the best to eat for nothing!

Zhou Dao thought to himself,

"It seems that there is nothing in this world that can be wasted." He came to this conclusion. So he stipulated that the dead chickens could only be arranged and disposed of by him or Xu Wa'er, and others did not have this power.

He couldn't get the breeders to think that the chickens had meat to eat when they died, and he couldn't encourage this kind of sprouts, so he introduced performance-based pay to tie survival rates and income.

The immediate result was that it would be a long time before everyone had a chicken meal.