How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 185: The King’s Chicken (2)

Flutter.

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone in the court fell silent.

Inside the box was a chicken.

It was several times larger than an ordinary chicken, as if it had devoured a whole pig.

And.

"This is, a gift, sent by our Emperor. I was ordered, to teach how to raise these..."

"Enough."

Henri IV's face trembled and turned crimson.

"This... goes too far."

This is unacceptable, no matter what.

To openly present one superior chicken and mock him like this.

The talk about feeding chicken once a week wasn't a simple declaration but a major proclamation supporting his public popularity.

He was being ridiculed.

Now was no time to worry about friendly relations or anything else. If he didn't respond here, his authority would be in danger.

And even without weighing gains and losses.

"This joke... isn't funny at all."

Henri IV was barely containing his anger.

"As far as I know, there were no chickens in the New World until Europeans arrived. Thus, for your chickens to be so large as to regard our chickens as chicks is..."

He raised his trembling hand to point at the chicken and spoke quietly but distinctly, and.

Creeeaak.

The audience chamber door opened again.

Amid the commotion, a large cage suddenly entered the palace.

Inside, dozens of chicks were running around everywhere.

They were all about the size of ordinary French chickens.

"These are, chicks about 2 weeks old. They hatched on the ship."

"..."

"..."

"Uh... I didn't quite hear what was just said. The chicken's clucking was too loud."

Oitotan spoke, and the murmurs in the court momentarily ceased. All eyes focused on Henri IV.

Henri IV was momentarily dazed, then...

Ahem, clearing his throat.

"...Welcome back to France!"

He spread his arms with a somewhat awkward smile.

==

Since there were originally no chickens on the North American continent, Kin Issei sayeth unto them, children, lay many eggs and grow robustly.

After the original two mothers, Koke and Kokko, laid eggs like mad, and their children laid eggs, then hatched offspring, and kept repeating this cycle...

Cluck.

Cock-a-doodle.

Cackle.

Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Gurk. Cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Gurk. Cackle. Cack. Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cluck. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cackle.

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of chickens were growing everywhere.

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At one point, there was a crisis of food shortage, and we tried to reduce their numbers as much as possible to also reduce the amount of grain for feed, but...

The reproductive capacity of chickens was so great that it made all those efforts seem like a mere 'happening.'

With exponentially increasing numbers, some tribes have established rules like eating eggs daily or chicken meat daily to control the chicken population.

And those who were initially in charge of raising and breeding all these chickens... were Oitotan's tribe.

It was just right.

Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck.

Taking just a few hundred from these numerous chickens wasn't particularly disadvantageous to us. It even helped control the population. People were starting to get tired of chicken meat.

Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cackle. Cack. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck.

If such light assistance helps improve relations with France, that's more beneficial. At the same time, showing off our wealth and abundance, what profit our friendly relations will bring in the future...

Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cluck. Cluck-cluck. Cackle. Cluck. Cack. Cackle. Cack.

...It's noisy.

I stuffed cotton in my ears and looked around.

Generally, the first month of growth is most important for broiler chickens. That's when chicks become chickens.

This place maintains a warm temperature of over 30 degrees Celsius year-round, continuously raising and breeding chickens.

Because chickens don't handle cold well, they breed vigorously and lay eggs in summer.

As I walked a bit and left the chicken coop, I soon saw boxes being kept warm with straw and cloth.

Despite winter approaching, they're kept warm by burning fuel. Because each of those boxes contains eggs.

And after 21 days, chicks will hatch inside. It's a simple incubator.

...By the way, were there incubators in this era?

Hmm.

There's no way to know since the invention date of artificial incubators isn't listed in the catalog.

Well, I've left it to Oitotan, so he'll handle it well.

...This time.

==

A simple "Virginia-style chicken farm" was soon built in France, and Henri went to visit it on his land.

When he encountered Oitotan who was managing the place, he asked with a somewhat ominous feeling.

"What... is this?"

Henri IV immediately regretted asking.

It felt as if Oitotan's expression changed to that of a teenager from some peace-loving island nation in the east that he had never visited. It was somehow an unpleasantly arrogant expression.

It seemed like Oitotan might mutter something like "Ah, so this <France> doesn't have <this> yet?" in a low voice, and if Henri asked what it was, he would reply, "Oh, it's nothing."

Of course, that didn't happen, but.

"Hmm... I see you don't know."

"..."

"This is something called an incubator. It's used to hatch eggs."

"..."

For some reason, he felt like he should respond with "Hey! Amazing, right? Have you never seen something like this?!"

Naturally, Henri didn't say that.

But he continued to feel uneasy.