He slightly raised his eyes towards Louis, genuine admiration in his gaze: "Honestly, my Lord, this policy alone makes Mai Lang’s livestock managent much easier."
Louis didn’t say much, but a faint, barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A few more steps forward, lay the newly-built six large chicken coops.
Small windows opened on the thin wooden walls, sunlight poured in, and inside the coop, white and yellow feathers fluttered in a chaotic dance.
"This year, we introduced eight thousand chickens in the first batch, expecting to harvest six thousand by the end of sumr."
Andre added, "Geese and ducks are currently in small-scale trial breeding, considered as supplental food."
He spoke so much in one breath, finally sighing in relief, yet his posture remained tense.
Louis walked and observed along the way.
From the division of pastures, the flow direction of the water channels, to the ventilation windows of the chicken coops, he scrutinized every detail with slightly critical eyes.
But after observing all along the way, he was quite satisfied, only his steps halted before a sowhat disorderly slaughter zone.
There were still a few spots of blood on the ground not completely washed away, and the sll of blood lingered in the air.
Louis frowned slightly, didn’t lose his temper, but raised his eyes toward Andre: "The slaughtering...it’s not standardized enough."
His voice was gentle, yet it imdiately straightened Andre’s posture.
Louis explained lightly: "It’s not that you’re forbidden from slaughtering cattle and sheep, but traditional slaughtering disperses the sll of blood slowly, attracting magical beasts.
And if not cleaned properly, the at easily carries bacteria, which, if spread, is not just about one cow, one sheep, but a calamity for the entire pasture zone."
He paused, looking at the nearby livestock officers and artisans: "Centralized slaughter, uniform inspection. If a single livestock has issues, we’ll be able to detect and control it imdiately."
Andre finally understood, hurriedly nodding: "I see...I’ll arrange imdiately! Build a centralized slaughterhouse!"
Louis patted his shoulder: "Take your ti, no need to be too tense."
Seeing his expression still slightly tense, Louis continued comforting gently: "Andre, no need to rush. If the other fiefdoms in the Northern Territory could reach half your scale, they’d be ecstatic.
Step by step, don’t rush to achieve everything at once. I’ll allocate two thousand more Gold Coins for you, through Calvin Comrce Association, to bring in more good quality broodstock from the South, solidifying the foundation."
Andre’s breath caught, he knelt on one knee heavily: "I...will not fail your trust!"
Louis took a tour around, finding there truly wasn’t much to advise, everything was perfectly orderly.
Thus he spoke: "Take to see the magical beast zone."
"Yes, my Lord."
The magical beast breeding area is located in the depths of a gentle hillside, fences tower high with several knights patrolling the area.
Before entering the inner zone, they passed by a training ground. About a dozen young boys and girls were forming a semicircle, maintaining a cautious distance from two double-horned rock oxen.
Long poles spun flexibly in their hands, the tips wrapped in grass scent and soothing powder, working with brief commands to guide the magical beasts’ actions.
"Stand firm, don’t rush to retreat!" an older instructor reminded from the side.
As the young boys and girls noticed Louis approaching, the scene suddenly beca surprisingly quiet.
A few instinctively wanted to salute, but hesitated, looking up, unsure if they should continue training or await instructions.
"Relax." Louis’ lips slightly curled, breaking the frozen air, "Continue training, don’t mind ."
"Y-Yes, my Lord!"
The youths seed ignited, their faces flushed with tension, yet their hand movents beca more careful and cautious.
These children were personally selected by Louis using the Blood Stone, possessing so knight talents, but with limited potential, probably remaining apprentice knights for their lives.
Rather than letting them be eliminated in the fierce knight competition, it’s better to turn them into beast trainers.
Louis approached the field side, noticing a girl with a short braid, visibly so nervous she couldn’t speak, her grip on the long pole nearly slipping several tis.
"Na?" Louis asked softly.
"Lei...Leina, my Lord!" The girl straightened her back forcefully, her eyes reddened.
"Don’t panic." Louis spoke calmly: "Learn well, no need to compete on speed with others, the key in beast taming is a calm mind."
"Yes! I will try my best!" Leina’s face flushed deeply red.
Other youths sneaked glances at this mont, eyes filled with envy.
Then Andre led Louis towards the core of the magical beast breeding zone.
Louis looked over to see a double-horned rock ox slowly pacing, the corners of its forehead glimring with a faint blue light, resembling two sapphires embedded in its skull.
"Here is the double-horned rock ox pasture, currently numbering around five hundred heads, mainly concentrated in the valley pastures."
Andre said while flipping open the wooden board book in his hand, "The southern zone recently opened three new pastures, mainly for rotational grazing. The northern zone is the calf rearing area, with a specially detailed feed ratio table."
These massive magical oxen are called double-horned rock oxen, with slightly blue-glowing curved horns on their foreheads, possessing imnse strength.
And their milk contains high-energy nutrients, making it a top choice for knights to replenish strength and vitality.
Further on the grassy slope, flocks of frost-maned sheep rolled like a tide of snow.
Their bodies covered in snow-white curls, soft as silk, their manes even radiating a gentle blue color.
Several apprentice boys were hunched over, trimming the wool, carefully gathering it into hemp bags.
Andre continued to introduce: "The sheep flock is currently the fastest expanding, last year there were only nine hundred, now it’s surpassed three thousand one hundred.
This type of magical beast we also implent the ’selective breeding system’, gathering the best breeding ewes together, for unified breeding."
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