There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

As she spoke, she pushed open the door to the chicken coop, revealing a huge warehouse that was neatly divided into sections, filled with the sounds of chickens clucking, and the chickens were categorized by breed.

"This product has a 1.5L engine, low fuel consumption but sufficient power, and a stylish and elegant appearance. The downsides are that it has a small interior space and relatively expensive parts."

Wait!

What are fuel consumption and spare parts?

I bought chickens, not motor vehicles!

I looked at it carefully three times to make sure that the chickens in the shed were a group of sturdy, steady-moving chickens, and there were no problems such as exhaust fumes or engine noises.

"You mean... this kind of chicken eats little, runs fast, looks like a regular chicken, but is smaller, and has expensive medicine when it gets sick? Poppy, is that what you mean?"

Popley nodded, but didn't directly answer my question: "It seems the customer isn't very satisfied with this product. But that's alright, we have another product prepared!"

She led me to another door and, through the fence, introduced the car to me: "This car boasts excellent space, high safety, and a dignified and sophisticated appearance, while also featuring a significantly improved engine. The downsides are that the surface is prone to scratches and fuel consumption is high."

The car! You said the car, right?

Did I just walk into Lady Lilia's 4S store?

Why do all the introductions I hear are about car specifications?

Just explain why you painted the chicken!

"Let me translate... You mean this chicken is big, strong, and good-looking. But it eats a lot and sheds feathers easily?"

"Hehe, it seems the customer knows our products quite well." Poppy answered my question earnestly with a professional smile, but her words were still irrelevant.

"Since the customer is still not satisfied, how about we take a look at this year's popular car models?"

"Regular chickens! I'll just buy regular chickens! The kind that run around, squawk, and poop all over the place; the kind that leaks oil is out of the question..."

"This type of new energy vehicle is our main model to promote this year!"

The new energy vehicles you mentioned, you mean omnivorous, right?

You can't fool me anymore!

Popli led me to the deepest part of the chicken coop, to a long, narrow room. Gently pushing open the door, I saw two silver-white creatures pacing back and forth, exuding an air of calm and composure. Their slender bodies and simple beaks gave them a wolfish, eagle-like presence, their demeanor extraordinary—clearly high-end!

How did I get led astray?

Poppy's commentary started playing at just the right moment.

"This is the latest product, with a futuristic design that will definitely turn heads..."

It's bound to turn heads; even a chicken looks like an eagle! Forget about future technology, even in fantasy technology, poultry wouldn't evolve to this extent, right?

"What's truly remarkable is that in launch control mode, it accelerates from 0 to 96 km/h in just 3.2 seconds! Sir, these are the last two available!"

A chicken can travel at 100 kilometers per hour in three seconds?

You mean the Fighting Chicken?

This introduction is completely meaningless to a master translator like me!

I'm quite satisfied with this chicken's appearance; it looks very aggressive. I'm not looking to raise a free-range, egg-laying broiler, but rather a fighting chicken to atone for its sins in insect fighting. If that's the case, this kind of chicken is just right?

"Then I'll catch one and take a look. It's too far away to see what a chicken looks like."

I quickly climbed over the fence and tiptoed closer to the smaller hen, afraid of scaring it away and causing a commotion.

"Marcus! Danger!"

Poppy, who was playing the role of a saleswoman, finally snapped out of her role-playing and loudly reminded me of my behavior.

I turned around cluelessly: "Huh? What's wrong..."

"what!!!!"

Chapter 133 Alpha Chicken

"Sorry, Marcus, I was having so much fun I forgot to warn you that those two chickens are dangerous."

As Poppy apologized, she applied medicine to my head, while the little hen named Coco clucked and scurried around beside me.

“It’s alright, Poppy. I just didn’t expect the chicken farm to be so dangerous…”

No one would ever guess what I just encountered!

Just now, when Poppy tried to stop me, I instinctively turned to look at her and stopped what I was doing.

But when I turned around, out of the corner of my eye I saw a silver-white rooster, accelerating from 100 km/h in three seconds, leaping off its feet and hurtling towards me like an arrow. I only saw a flash of silver before I was struck head-on by the rooster!

What's even more outrageous is that, from my distance, I clearly underestimated the size of those two chickens. In my mind, chickens are at most 20 or 30 centimeters tall and weigh a dozen kilograms before they're mature enough to be slaughtered and eaten.

But this rooster stands up to be half a meter tall, and its wingspan is nearly a meter. In flight mode, it looks just like a real eagle soaring!

At the dining table, Mrs. Lilia chuckled as she handed over a glass of hot milk, adding, "Marcus, that's a new breed we introduced to our chicken farm. Zack told me it was bought from space merchants; it's called Alpha Chicken."

"What? This chicken is a space product? It must be very expensive!" In this remote rural area, how did they manage to import such a space-age commodity? Leaving aside its intrinsic value, how did it manage to get through all the inspection, quarantine, customs procedures, and poultry transportation to this location?

"A pair of roosters and hens costs twenty thousand yuan!" Mrs. Lilia said, covering her mouth with a laugh. This price is astronomical for ordinary poultry. It could probably buy a whole head of cattle or sheep.

But considering the added value of this creature itself, I guess the money Zach secretly spent on importing it was no less than that amount.

Importing entirely new species requires individuals to pay for quarantine certificates, which is already quite expensive. Special cargo shipping costs are even higher; if Zack didn't have his own connections behind the scenes, he probably wouldn't even be able to get a feather in the cargo.

...Thinking about it this way, could it be that Zack, who was being so attentive for no reason, had designs on Lady Lilia?

“Marcus, to be honest, these two chickens are for breeding and can’t be sold yet.” Lady Lilia saw me staring blankly and assumed I was considering the price, so she told me the truth. “That girl Poppy, she actually took you to see the chicken farm’s secret weapon.”

Poppy scratched her head sheepishly, "Mom, I just happened to take him there and saw it."

Upon hearing this news, I could only reply regretfully, "That's such a pity. I was very satisfied with this chicken."

How can it not be a pity? A domesticated eagle can fly, lay eggs, and probably find its own food. Just now, Poppy told me that this chicken even includes raw meat in its menu; it basically eats whatever people eat.

If we bring in these two great generals, no matter what kind of insect comes, it won't be able to withstand their peck, right?

Lady Lilia said with a hint of apology, "These Alpha Chickens are quite special. They are very intelligent and will only be close to the owner who raised them from a young age. They are very fierce towards other people and have a strong sense of territory. Even if I were to give them to you, I wouldn't be able to raise them."

Yes, I've experienced that firsthand. The moment I entered their territory, I was attacked like that. If I rashly bought a ranch, I guess my ranch would become their domain.

What a magnificent new energy flagship model!

"Mom, didn't the eggs they laid hatch? Marcus can buy chicks if he wants some!"

Perhaps out of guilt, Popuri enthusiastically helped me make plans: "Those two chicks happen to be a male and a female, we can take them home and raise them!"

"Really? You still have chicks here!"

These fighting roosters are too much for me to handle, but surely I can raise some chickens? Just some chickens...

"Are those chicks you're talking about also very strong fighters?"

I asked this question just out of habit, really.

Poppy's eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she picked up the little hen Coco and held her up for me to see: "She's not fierce at all! Just as cute as Coco!"

Come on, this chicken in your hand scratched me last time with moves like "Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens" and "Phoenix Dance in the Clouds". It's at least a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand!

Lady Lilia suddenly realized and said, "Yes, those two chicks are still being kept separately in the room. Marcus can take care of them. You don't mind if they need to grow up, do you?"

“I don’t mind at all, Lady Lilia. Would it be alright if I bought it? What about the breeding program?”

"It's okay. The scale of the chicken farm is stable at the moment, and there is no need to change the breed. Actually, although these chickens are big, they eat too much, which is a problem for me too."

Poppy chimed in with a complaint, "And they attack other chickens too. Just two of them require such a large room to keep them alone. If we keep them any longer, we'll have to give up a room for them..."

This also seems to be a problem. Creatures with strong territorial instincts are not suitable for living in groups, let alone being raised on a large scale. For example, a male and a female wild tiger need to occupy two or three mountain peaks, and it's impossible to keep them in a home without a radius of hundreds of miles.

"Lady Lilia, could you sell me two chicks? Is there anything special I need to prepare?"

"I'm not too sure about that." Lady Lilia remained calm and composed, seemingly more energetic than usual today. "Actually, it's Rick who's in charge of the chicken farm, and he's the one who researched and organized these details. I can have him provide guidance."

At this moment, Poppy stood up angrily and retorted, "I also helped with the chicken farm! I know about these things! I can handle Marcus's side, we don't need that annoying guy!"

Lady Lilia ignored her daughter's childishness, chuckled, and walked to the counter to open the ledger.

"The price of a regular Sussex chicken at the chicken farm is 1500 yuan per chicken, but the Alpha chicken is special and costs 5000 yuan. Have you thought it over?" Mrs. Lilia stood behind the counter, exuding an inexplicable aura. From her every move, it was clear that she must have been an elite woman in her youth.

I nodded seriously. Since raising chickens is a long-term plan, spending a lot of money on good breeds is part of my plan. Otherwise, with so many economical breeds... economical chickens, I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of raising them; I could just buy them and wait for them to lay eggs.

Lady Lilia nodded slightly and smiled brightly: "Then as compensation for selling the chicks, I'll give you a month's worth of chicken feed."

At that moment, I suddenly understood why Mr. Rod was willing to travel all over the world seeking medical treatment, and I also understood why Zack went to great lengths to search for all sorts of things.

A certain kind of charisma is sometimes a strange thing; you can tell it just from a smile.

Chapter 134 Animal System Opening

I paid a hefty sum of ten thousand yuan as payment and finally bought the poultry I wanted.

What I didn't expect was that a month's supply of chicken feed for Mrs. Lilya would weigh nearly 30 kilograms and fill a large woven bag.

According to Popuri, a normal chicken takes about five months to grow from a chick to a laying adult, consuming about 20 kilograms of feed. However, these Alpha chickens consume that much feed in just one month during their chick stage – it's practically a bottomless pit.

"I'm sorry, Popuri, I thought it was a fair trade, but I ended up taking advantage of you again." Just these thirty pounds of feed are worth several thousand yuan, and without me even realizing it, Lady Lilia still gave me a discount.

Poppy walked happily beside me, carrying the cardboard box containing the chicks, from which came a constant stream of chirping sounds.

"Don't worry, Marcus! We're not planning to hatch the chicks anymore either~" Her little leather shoes clicked crisply on the stone pavement as she walked along the path after the rain.

"Haha, it seems these Alpha Chickens are really giving you guys a headache! My ranch is so big, it'll be fine!"

I walked along carrying the feed with great confidence, determined to quickly build a chicken coop on the ranch to shelter the chicks from the wind and rain.

"By the way, Popuri, how should we plan the chicken coop? Are there any special facilities needed?"

Poppy tilted her head and thought for a moment, counting on her fingers: "Let me think... For a chicken farm at home, we need feed troughs, water troughs, incubators... Oh right, if we're letting the chicks roam freely, we also need a sunbathing platform. The chicks need warmth to grow, they absolutely can't catch a cold!"

"Oh! I got it! And then what?"

“And then! We need to give them a really, really wide area.” Poppy tried to stretch out her hand to show the size she imagined, but unsurprisingly failed. “That way the chicks can find food, and free-range chickens are the healthiest!”

"Okay! We've arrived at the ranch. Poppy, you can go back now. The chicken farm still needs you."

At the ranch gate, I reluctantly said goodbye to Poppy. It wasn't that I wanted to send her away, but Lady Lilia had earnestly instructed Poppy to go back and take care of the chicken farm before she left, as she was indispensable while Rick was away.

"Okay... I'll come back to see them another day!"

"The ranch welcomes you anytime! I also need your technical guidance."