Unlike Huang Dashun’s chicken farm, Luo Family Chicken Farm is built underground, completely detached from the village.
It is also the chicken farm that Lin Chuxia considers the safest.
Completely isolated from the world, and vaccinated, the probability of infection is extremely low.
Due to the dead chickens located beside the chicken farm, Hou Xiaobao did not dare to accept the goods of the day and hurried back to report, the chicken farm owner also came with him.
Luo Yulin wore a face full of worry; if not for Hou Xiaobao’s discovery, he would have been completely unaware of the dead chickens near their farm.
Upon seeing Lin Chuxia, Luo Yulin urgently explained.
"To prevent our farm’s chickens from getting infected, I haven’t left the farm in this period. Food and drink have been delivered to the door by my wife, I genuinely didn’t know about the dead chickens outside the farm. I swear to heaven, those dead chickens are definitely not from our farm."
It wasn’t their farm’s chickens, but the dead chickens were right next to their farm; he knew there was a risk of infection.
Thinking about the several thousand chickens in the farm, Luo Yulin felt like his mouth was about to blister.
Due to the chicken plague matter, Lin Chuxia spent these past few days at Xiyang Food Factory.
After listening to Luo Yulin’s words, Lin Chuxia and Su Wensong looked at each other.
Having cooperated with Luo Family Chicken Farm for so long, they knew Luo Yulin’s character. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
When it was time for spring vaccinations, they reminded a few farms supplying them, and only Luo Family Chicken Farm responded.
How many chickens were raised, how many epidemic prevention personnel went, how many vaccines were injected—he recorded them all and reported back to Xiyang Food Factory.
If Huang Dashun became complacent because he was their first supplier, Luo Yulin was cautious in every step, fearing he would lose the cooperation by relying on Xiyang Food Factory.
But no matter how cautious, nobody can guarantee against chicken plague.
Dead chickens were found near the farm; it would take a few days to confirm whether the farm’s chickens were infected with the plague.
Now the concern was whether today’s batch of chickens could be accepted.
Just as Su Wensong was about to refuse the batch, Lin Chuxia spoke up, "Houzi, go with Boss Luo later and bring today’s chickens back. I trust Boss Luo; today’s batch will have no issues."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yulin suddenly brightened up, his words tumbling out incoherently in gratitude, "Thank you, thank you Mr. Lin for your trust in us. Rest assured, I will never compromise the quality of the goods. Our chicken farm’s chickens are absolutely fine."
Lin Chuxia raised his hand, "There’s no problem now, but that doesn’t guarantee the future. Boss Luo, your chicken farm is so far from the village, and there are no sick or dead chickens inside the farm. Where do you think these external dead chickens came from? Have you thought about this, Boss Luo?"
Luo Yulin stood frozen, then his face showed a hint of anger.
Nowadays, people live hard lives, and even if the chickens at home catch the chicken plague and die, they would not discard them but would stew and eat them.
Even if some people really don’t want to eat sick chickens, they would bury them. It is unthinkable to just throw them carelessly, especially not toward their chicken farm.
If it’s not done carelessly, then it was done intentionally.
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