The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 270 - The New Pig-raising Policy

Upon seeing Su Ming's reaction, the owner realized his advice had been effective.

He couldn't suppress his joy.

Helping Mr. Su was a privilege unlike any other for him.

“Any other thoughts?”

Su Ming, blinking, inquired.

“Just one moment, please.”

Pausing briefly, the owner hurried to his car.

Shortly, he returned carrying a book.

“Mr. Su, here's a pig farming manual containing many of my personal insights. I hope it proves useful to you.”

“Really?”

Delighted, Su Ming accepted the book, expressing his gratitude, “I will not forget this favor.”

The owner was thrilled by Su Ming's response.

Su Ming's appreciative words carried significant weight.

This joy surpassed even the elation of winning a lottery.

Receiving a commitment from Su Ming filled him with ecstasy.

The owner drove off swiftly.

Standing in the field, Su Ming reflected on the significant hint the owner had provided.

Though he was engaged in farming, he had somehow lost touch with its essence.

His approach was routine: planting seeds, watering them carelessly, and fertilizing, all while awaiting the harvest.

He neglected to observe the growth process of the crops.

This was not the way to farm; what kind of farming was this?

True farming involved dedication and emotional investment.

While others depended on weather conditions for farming,

He would ponder, “What's the weather like today? How are the sunlight and temperature? Will it rain?”

The System alleviated many of these concerns.

Yet, there were still numerous tasks he needed to manage.

The System was there to assist, but realization of this fact was crucial.

Farming was no trivial matter.

Previously, he had underestimated its complexity.

Holding the pig farming book, Su Ming turned his attention to the breeding area.

Within, five robust pigs were housed.

Su Ming had intentionally purchased near-mature pigs.

This way, their growth in the coming days wouldn't raise eyebrows or suspicions.

After all, this was a typical farm scene.

The farm housed both nearly mature pigs and piglets.

The older pigs were sold to butchers, while the young were sold to locals for breeding.

Su Ming licked his lips, eager.

He was venturing into a new realm.

He was ready to get to work!

Su Ming was charged with enthusiasm.

He momentarily set aside crop-related tasks to focus on the pigs.

“Ding! The large white pig has matured! Time until harvest: 51 hours!”

Su Ming paused, recognizing that different tasks had different timelines.

He no longer dwelled on it.

He opened the pig farming book to study it closely.

When raising pigs, a few critical aspects required attention: their feed, health, and cleanliness.

These were essential; as long as these were managed well, the pigs would grow healthily, and he could enjoy pork.

Yet, to enhance the pork's quality, he would need to focus on additional details.

Su Ming noticed that once the large white pigs acclimated, they settled into their nests and stayed put.

Their demeanor seemed somewhat forlorn.

The owner's advice was proving accurate.

Pigs too were affected by their moods.

Currently, their mood was low.

He acted promptly.

Su Ming, without a word, dashed to the garage.

He floored the accelerator and headed directly to the distant farmers' market.

Arriving, Su Ming entered on foot.

The farmers' market was bustling.

It was crowded with vendors and shoppers.

The atmosphere was vibrant and noisy.

Nearby were several wholesale outlets.

Su Ming browsed inside, but nobody took much notice of him.

They assumed Su Ming wasn't there to buy in bulk.

It seemed they thought he had mistakenly come to purchase groceries.

Su Ming's visit to the market was to buy fruits and vegetables to supplement the pigs' diet.

Pigs are omnivores.

They consumed a diet of corn and rice along with various vegetables and fruits.

It was natural for anyone to feel happy when tasting delicious food, especially simple-minded pigs.

Su Ming observed his surroundings and noted that the items were quite commonplace.

He wondered whether the ordinary cabbage and carrots were suitable for the pigs he was raising.

Clearly, they were not!

Suddenly, a nearby shop caught Su Ming's attention.

A sign at the shop's entrance advertised wholesale imported fruits.

Su Ming considered this an excellent discovery.

He approached the shop.

The proprietor was a plump middle-aged woman.

She looked over Su Ming with diminishing interest.

She was capable of selling both in bulk and individually.

Nonetheless, the fruits were priced steeply.

He questioned whether he could afford them.

Su Ming appeared oblivious to her skeptical expression.

Regarding durians?

One was particularly large, its surface shimmering like gold.

Su Ming had learned that this was considered the finest among durians.

It was referred to as the emperor of durians.

Unlike typical durians, which had a notorious smell, this variety was pleasantly aromatic.

This durian was exclusive to a specific foreign region and was unavailable elsewhere.

Others attempting to cultivate it from seeds would not achieve the same quality.

He then glanced at the Cheli Zi next to him.

This was no ordinary cheroot.

Many cherries available were counterfeit.

Yet, this fruit was genuine.

Su Ming had resorted to trickery.

After all, he had a scanner and it would be wasteful not to utilize it!

Upon scanning again, he confirmed it was indeed counterfeit!

The fruit was considerably large.

Each was about the size of a walnut.

He then turned his attention to the Buddha's Hand Fruit beside him.

There were other fruits whose names Su Ming did not know. They were uncommon and costly but clearly seemed appetizing.

“Boss.”

Su Ming called out to the shopkeeper.

“Young man, my fruits are quite pricey,” the shopkeeper stated without looking up.

“Pricey?”

Taken aback, Su Ming checked the prices.

The shopkeeper scoffed upon seeing his reaction.

She assumed he would be deterred by the prices.

Some items were within his budget, while others were not.

“These aren't pricey at all,” Su Ming remarked slowly.

He noted the price of black-skinned watermelon at 800 yuan per kilogram.

Yubari King melon was 700 yuan per kilogram.

The durian was merely priced at a few dozen yuan per kilogram.

He found the prices to be reasonable.

Anything grown on his land could easily afford several of her fruits.

“Young man, do you really think this isn't costly?”

The shopkeeper looked at him, slightly perplexed.

[You're exaggerating. If it's not costly, why don't you purchase it?]

Su Ming blinked in response.

After acquiring the building, he still had substantial funds.

Periodically, the antique department would transfer money to him.

To be honest, he wasn't sure of the exact amount he possessed.

Buying out her entire store wouldn't even dent his finances.

“Boss, I have a question. If I make a large purchase, do you offer delivery?”

“Delivery?”

The shopkeeper internally scoffed at the question.

“Sure, if you spend over 100,000 yuan, I'll deliver it right to your doorstep.”

“Then, please get the car ready,” Su Ming affirmed.

“Young man, as I said, it's too expensive for you.”

As she was speaking, the boss suddenly paused, realizing something.

“Wait, did you say you really want to buy them?”