Chapter 593: Chapter 593

Song Bin helplessly covered his face. Oh my god, what does Miss Jing want to do now? Why does Miss Jing always do things that are so different from everyone else?

Soon, Song Bin felt that, Actually, it’s understandable. Miss Jing is just such a miraculous existence. I didn’t understand when we went to the crematorium, but Miss Jing turned it into a big deal. Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩

So, I shouldn’t be doubtful. Whatever Miss Jing does, she has her reasons! This time, Miss Jing must have made in-depth plans and preparations.

This is the style of a big shot.

That’s right. In Song Bin’s mind, Jing Shu had now risen to the level of a big shot; it was sheer blind worship.

Little did he know, our Jing Shu had no plans at all. She crouched down; although very busy, she was also quite interested in these livestock that were productive in the apocalypse. What on earth were these people doing to the sows and boars that was so appalling, making the sows so irate?

But I can’t be so blunt right off the bat. Psychology says that to break through to a person, direct confrontation doesn’t work; you have to beat around the bush. To put it bluntly, I need to go along with what that person wants to do.

So, Jing Shu asked, "What’s wrong with this pig?"

"I could tell you what’s wrong with the pig, but you wouldn’t understand any of it," someone muttered under their breath.

Xie Zhuzhu might not have been interested in other things, but when it came to the current headache, he sighed as if he hadn’t had an outlet for a long time. "After the apocalypse, natural reproduction no longer works. We can only do artificial reproduction. The implanted fertilized embryos have all been successful, and we’ve also injected a large amount of stimulating hormones."

"But in the end, it still fails, even though all the data is normal and we’ve ruled out all possible exclusions. Statistically, this shouldn’t happen, so there must be a problem somewhere. Besides, this pig still hasn’t gone into heat. Without that, it won’t secrete a certain lactogenic hormone, so the conception rate is naturally even lower."

"Should we re-examine everything?" the person with glasses nearby asked.

"Are you daft? Re-examining everything would take months. We can’t afford to wait that long."

Jing Shu propped her chin on her hand and asked, "So, you’re saying all the data is normal, but the embryo transfers have consistently failed? Why not try with a different pig?"

Xie Zhuzhu nodded while handling the irate sow. "This is the last pair of pigs that are normal and contain anti-melatonin. Before we inject them with the new drug to induce mutation, I want to preserve some of their offspring as good stock for the next experiment. Otherwise, this rare, naturally anti-melatonin breed will become extinct. Our experiment would then hit a dead end."

Mutation? Jing Shu looked at the pig with a mixture of surprise and suspicion, then turned her head to look at the abnormal chickens. Did she understand the meaning correctly?

Then, she heard Xie Zhuzhu muttering to himself, "The apocalypse is here. Ordinary livestock must have their genes changed to adapt and reproduce. Without change, without evolution, the ultimate fate is to be eliminated by nature! This pair is the most suitable subject for mutation; other ordinary pigs can’t withstand large amounts of hormones."

Jing Shu’s mouth gradually fell open. Even though she had lived in the apocalypse for a long time, directly confronting these matters of mutation was still shocking. Those that don’t evolve will be eliminated! Ultimately, the creatures that survive the apocalypse are the result of survival of the fittest.

Just then, Xie Zhuzhu must have touched something, because the sow he was handling suddenly went berserk. The pig’s cries erupted in desperate, dreadful squeals.

The sow thrashed about in agony, kicking wildly. One kick sent Xie Zhuzhu flying, and the surrounding people scattered in a panic. Of course, before fleeing, they didn’t forget to drag Xie Zhuzhu away from danger.

Xie Zhuzhu, now sporting a black eye from the kick, ignored the pain. As people helped him up, he tried to push past them to check the situation, frowning in frustration. "It’s a rejection response! It’s rejecting the embryo!"

Everyone knew what rejection meant.

"There’s no saving it now. We can only administer the drug directly and prepare for the mutation surgery," Xie Zhuzhu said, clearly reluctant. This was an important step in creating giant species, and he didn’t want to give up just like that.

Achieving gigantism in organisms and how to mass-produce food had always been the primary research goals, but these required extensive validation in trial areas.

This meant there was no turning back!

But Jing Shu didn’t understand what all this meant. She had no professional knowledge whatsoever, relying entirely on her ace, the Spiritual Spring, to back her up. Moreover, having killed hundreds of black pigs in the past, Jing Shu considered herself an expert on them. There wasn’t a pig she couldn’t handle. So, as the sow squealed, Jing Shu swiftly and precisely grabbed its trotter.

With a push of both hands, she pinned the sow to the ground.

"What kind of maneuver is that?"

Amidst the exclamations, Jing Shu quickly subdued the squealing sow. Although the sow continued to struggle violently on the ground, Jing Shu’s hands were like clamps, firmly holding the sow in place.

Jing Shu had roughly understood the earlier conversation. This was a naturally occurring sow that contained anti-melatonin, an extremely rare trait. It would be best to breed a batch of natural offspring before it underwent mutation.

In simple terms, it’s about breeding, right? Isn’t that easy? To get the creatures in my space to breed obediently, I did quite a bit of homework. Well, I won’t go into the details; those embarrassing bits would be censored.

Of course, that wasn’t the main point. The main point was that these pigs would also be part of my ventures in the future, and I’d have a share.

Seeing the sow, Jing Shu took out her homemade herbal pills—Black Pills, specifically for inducing estrus in animals. They contained medicinal dregs refined in her space and a bit of diluted Spiritual Spring. She had originally made them to encourage breeding in her own livestock. Jing Shu felt the pills’ effects were average on their own, but adding Spiritual Spring made them much more potent.

As one Black Pill went down the sow’s throat, the onlookers exclaimed, "What did you feed it?"

"What are you doing?"

Then, they saw the sow, which had been squealing desperately just a second ago, start to grunt contentedly.

Jing Shu released the sow. It ambled over and nudged the boar. Then, to everyone’s utter astonishment, a rather shameless scene of porcine passion began to unfold.

"W-w-what did you feed it?"

"What did you just do?"

Though the words were the same, the tone in which they were uttered this time was completely different, and the switch was marvelous.

Jing Shu waved her hand nonchalantly. "I’ve raised many pigs before. It’s just a little trick. Sometimes, data doesn’t tell the whole story."

Xie Zhuzhu nodded excitedly. "Although the embryo transplant failed, if they can breed naturally, that would be ideal! This sow hasn’t been in heat for two years, so this is a good sign, no matter what. By the way, you must be the Jing Shu that Xiao Jun mentioned, right? You just said you wanted to sign a contract? Come, come... let’s get that signed quickly. I have other things I need to ask your advice on!"