Chapter 1477: Going for a Spin

In the quality inspection room, Kemaike is busy at the console.

Yingzhou walks to a small table in the corner of the room and picks up a can placed on a tray.

He opens the lid of the can, and a faint meaty aroma spreads out. He takes a clean spoon from the tray beside him, scoops up a small piece of meat, and puts it into his mouth.

"Not bad, the texture is better than expected, and the seasoning is appropriate."

Miyier says.

"Currently, we are using a relatively conservative formula to ensure it can adapt to the tastes of most people."

Yingzhou nods and says.

"As a civilian food, this texture is sufficient. The nutrition can keep up, the taste is not bad, and if the price can be pushed low enough, it can replace a portion of the existing cheap meat sources. By then, the price of meat within the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance will drop to a range acceptable to an ordinary person."

Miyier nods.

"We will continue to expand the scale of Orc farming to reduce production costs."

Yingzhou puts down the can and nods as he says.

"Alright, let's go. Take me to see other places."

"Yes, His Majesty, please follow me."

Miyier walks in front, passes through the corridor on the side of the factory building, and pushes open a metal door.

Ahead is an open flat area, divided into several areas of similar size by neat fences.

Several Fengqi workers are pushing feed carts in the corridor; seeing Yingzhou and Miyier walking over, they stop their movements, lower their heads, and retreat to the side of the road without making a sound.

Miyier stands in front of the first row of fences and points inside.

"This area is the young beast cultivation zone. Orcs that have just been weaned are sent here to first confirm their health status, and then they are assigned to different areas according to their growth rate and body size.

The criteria for distinction are weight and skeletal development; those with normal development are sent to the standard fattening zone, those with slower development are sent to the observation zone, and those with obvious defects will be processed directly."

Yingzhou's gaze falls on a young beast gnawing on synthetic feed in the corner.

That young beast is a circle smaller than its companions nearby, and there is a notch on the edge of its ear, as if it had been bitten by something.

Its movements are slower than the other Orcs, and the action of lowering its head to eat grass carries a sluggish rhythm, as if it has not yet fully woken up.

Yingzhou asks Miyier.

"What about that one?"

Miyier looks in the direction of his gaze.

"That one is smaller in size, and its development is slower than the same batch. It is currently still in the observation period; if there is no obvious improvement after two weeks, it will be transferred to the processing flow."

Yingzhou nods and lets Miyier continue.

Miyier continues to walk forward and points to a larger area.

"This area is the standard fattening zone, where Orcs with normal growth rates will be raised until they meet the slaughter standard. The feed ratio will be adjusted according to the growth stage to ensure stable meat quality. If the farming scale expands and the feed supply is sufficient, the feeding cycle can be shortened further. Further ahead is the breeding beast cultivation zone."

Yingzhou stands outside the fence, looking at those larger Orcs.

Their muscle lines are more obvious than those of the young beasts, and the patterns on their carapaces are also deeper.

One of the males is curled up in a corner taking a nap.

Miyier continues to say.

"The selection criteria for breeding beasts mainly look at body size, health status, and growth rate.

The genetic performance of the current batch is good, and the next generation should be more stable than this one.

We are gradually establishing breeding files to record the growth data and health status of each batch of young beasts."

Yingzhou says.

"What about feed costs?"

Miyier says.

"Currently, it is mainly locally grown fast-growing crops, combined with by-products from the processing plant and some scraps that cannot be used for canning.

The Orcs' digestive systems are highly adaptable and do not require very refined feed.

The cost has already been pushed quite low, but there is still room for optimization.

If a more stable local feed supply chain can be established, transportation costs can be further compressed."

Yingzhou says.

"Implement this as soon as possible without affecting the scale of Orc farming.

The lower the farming cost, the lower the price of the final product, so that the people of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance can enjoy more benefits."

Miyier nods.

"Understood, I will adjust the feed ratio plan as soon as possible and strive to complete the optimization before the next batch of young beasts is ready for slaughter."

Yingzhou does not ask any further and continues to walk forward along the corridor.

His gaze sweeps over those fences, confirming the operating status of every link, without offering any further comments.

Not until he reaches the last fence does he stop his steps, turn around, and look at the factory area under construction in the distance.

Miyier also stops and stands quietly by Yingzhou's side.

"Are the several large-scale farms in the surrounding area all built according to this standard?"

Yingzhou asks.

Miyier says.

"Yes, the second phase of the farming zone is already being planned, and the area will be larger than it is now. If everything goes smoothly, the scale of the next farm will be twenty times the current one, and it will be equipped with independent feed processing facilities."

Yingzhou nods.

"According to this standard, come up with a concrete plan within three Standard Days."

Miyier says.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

On the open ground on the other side of the factory, the engine sound of a Thunderhawk Gunship approached from afar.

After the Thunderhawk Gunship landed, the hatch opened, and three motorcycles were neatly parked inside; Leman Russ had already boarded the Thunderhawk Gunship to inspect them.

Yingxin stood beneath the gunship, looking up at those three motorcycles.

"Brother Leman, where did these come from?"

Fulgrim's voice came from behind.

"Leman Russ, you fellow, what are you trying to do?"

Leman Russ turned his head, glanced at Fulgrim, and then raised his hand to wave a greeting, completely failing to notice Fulgrim's tone.

"Little sister said she wanted to go for a ride, don't worry, I counted you in too, I won't leave you behind alone."

Fulgrim walked to his side, arms crossed over his chest.

"Is that what I'm concerned about?"

Leman Russ patted his shoulder.

"Relax, it's not the first time little sister has gone for a ride. Last time Jaghatai took her for a flight, she was quite happy too."

Fulgrim's gaze narrowed slightly.

"What? Jaghatai took her for a flight?"

Leman Russ's movements froze after realizing what he had just said.

Leman Russ's eyes began to wander.

"I don't know, it definitely wasn't Jaghatai."

Fulgrim looked at him.

"You just said Jaghatai."

"You misheard."

"I didn't mishear."

Leman Russ looked up at the sky, stiffly changing the subject.

"The weather is really nice today."

Yingxin stood to the side, obediently walked over to Fulgrim's side, and tugged on his sleeve.

"Brother Fulgrim, it's okay, we'll only play for a little while. Look how flat it is over there, there definitely won't be any accidents."

Her eyes filled with pleading, and she spoke in a pitiful manner.

"Uncle didn't say we weren't allowed to ride bikes, he only said not to go to the Orc Breeding Ground, and this place is already very far from there."

Fulgrim was in Silence for a few seconds.

Although he knew little sister's current performance was definitely an act, he still couldn't bear it.

Fulgrim looked down at Yingxin, and in the end, he sighed.

"Only play for a little while, you cannot leave this area."

Yingxin's eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement.

"Mm! Just for a little while!"