At that moment, a voice rang out: “Comrade, what seems to be the problem here?”  

A middle-aged man with dark, weathered skin strode over, his tone earnest as he posed the question.  

Lin Hongying nodded. “Of course there are problems.”  

“First, there’s no proper disinfection protocol for entry and exit, which makes it easy to bring pathogens into the facility or spread them outside. Second, bacteria and pathogens hide in the pigs’ feces and waste. Without regular cleaning and disinfection, the entire pig farm is at high risk…”  

The more Lin Hongying spoke, the more solemn the middle-aged man’s expression became.  

[Yu Liang, Level 1 Resentment +10]

[Yu Liang, Level 1 Resentment +50]

[Yu Liang, Level 1 Resentment +100]

Hmm, Yu Liang? Lin Hongying noted this new surge of resentment.  

Was this the factory director who had traveled all the way to Liaoning Province to collect debts? Had he returned from his debt-collecting trip?  

Nong Yanping hadn’t had the chance to inform Yu Liang yet that he’d assigned a technical advisor to the pig farm.  

At this moment, Yu Liang simply saw Lin Hongying as a young upstart with a hint of “an amateur arrogantly lecturing the professionals.”  

He retorted bluntly, “Comrade Lin, the standards you’re proposing are a waste of funds. Young people are always so impractical with their wild ideas!”  

Just then, a worker in charge of sow production rushed over in a panic to find Liu Faying. “Director Liu, it’s bad—one of the sick sows in Zone 2 is having a difficult birth!”  

Sows were a valuable asset to the pig farm, but recently, many pregnant sows had contracted the disease and died during difficult births, resulting in significant financial losses.  

Lin Hongying quickly turned to Xiao Liu. “Is the medicinal brew I asked you to prepare yesterday ready? Go get it.”  

Xiao Liu nodded and immediately went to fetch the medicine.  

Lin Hongying hurried to the production area, where the sick sow was howling and thrashing in agony, on the verge of collapse. No one dared approach her, afraid of being bitten.  

Lin Hongying stepped into the pen and soothed the sow’s nerves, her deft hands massaging the animal’s acupressure points. Under her care, the sow quickly calmed down. Lin Hongying then administered a bowl of the medicinal brew.  

Gradually, the sow regained her strength and delivered twelve piglets in quick succession.  

Lin Hongying fed each piglet a sip of the medicine and instructed the workers to move them to a new, safe area.  

After the delivery, Lin Hongying raised her soiled hands and called for disinfectant, meticulously cleaning them.  

She turned to Director Yu and asked, “Director, what were you saying earlier? I didn’t quite catch it—”  

“N-nothing…” Yu Liang wiped his face, utterly stunned.  

He stared in disbelief at the sow lying on the ground—the same animal that had been wasting away from illness was now sleeping peacefully, and the newborn piglets showed no signs of cyanosis or discoloration.  

He checked his watch. If the sow survived the next 24 hours, the medicine was effective!  

He would stay up all night without food or drink to keep watch over this pig!  

“Xiao Liu, what exactly did you feed her just now?” Yu Liang’s burning gaze practically bore holes into the empty bowl.  

Liu Xinmin replied, “This is a medicinal formula prepared by our Master Lin. It’s highly effective against mild cases of swine fever!”  

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you, Director.” He gestured toward Lin Hongying. “This is Comrade Lin, the technical advisor personally recruited by Deputy Director Nong.”  

Yu Liang’s expression darkened as he asked sternly, “Is it really effective?”  

“Don’t try to fool me. No boasting—this is a military order!”  

“It works!” Lin Hongying was one hundred percent confident, yet she shook her head. “But—”  

But what? Yu Liang craned his neck, eager to hear the rest.  

Leaving her words hanging like this—what was with young people these days, always keeping folks in suspense?  

[Yu Liang, Level 1 Resentment +100]

Lin Hongying chuckled and said, “But with the current chaotic setup of our factory, even the best medicine won’t help! Recovered pigs are kept with sick ones, and repeated infections will disrupt their immune systems.”  

“It’s hard to explain in a short time. I’ll write down the requirements, and from now on, everything must follow the standards.”  

Yu Liang couldn’t wait to escort Lin Hongying to his office and have her draft the reform guidelines.  

Based on the actual conditions of Zhenhua Pig Farm, Lin Hongying tailored a reform plan specifically for it.  

Once Yu Liang received the plan, he immediately called a meeting and mobilized all the workers to implement the reforms accordingly.  

They segregated the pigs based on the severity of their illness, dividing the farm into infected, quarantine, and non-infected zones, each physically isolated from the others. Workers were split into three shifts and strictly followed the “all-in, all-out” principle. Employees in the infected zone were only allowed to work there until the pigs recovered, with no cross-zone movement permitted to prevent further contamination.  

Disinfection was mandatory when entering or exiting any zone.  

The entire pig farm underwent a thorough cleaning, scrubbing away even decade-old grime from the cracks. A construction team arrived that afternoon to partition the farm according to Lin Hongying’s reform plan.  

Lin Hongying wasn’t idle either. She worked alongside Liu Xinmin, administering medicine to mildly affected pigs and personally overseeing the sick ones.  

By the end of the busy day, Lin Hongying had forgotten to eat and was starving. When she stood up, she swayed dizzily, nearly blacking out.  

“Instructor Lin!”  

“Comrade Lin—”  

Leaning against the wall to steady herself, Lin Hongying opened her eyes to find everyone staring at her with concern.  

Embarrassed, she said, “It’s nothing serious—just my weak constitution. Sometimes I get low blood sugar.”  

The original owner’s health was truly terrible. Lin Hongying swore to herself that she would drink milk every day from now on. 

Little did she know, Yu Liang and the farm’s leadership had already jumped to their own conclusions.  

Looking at Instructor Lin’s frail, thin frame, they assumed she must have suffered from long-term malnutrition. Running around with them all day had exhausted her, and they felt immensely guilty.  

“What a mess I’ve made, getting so caught up in work!” Yu Liang called for Liu Xinmin. “Xiao Liu, hurry and tell the canteen to prepare a proper meal for Instructor Lin!”  

Zhenhua Pig Farm might have its shortcomings, but its food was top-notch.  

The canteen chefs, personally instructed by the director to treat the expert well, whipped up a feast.  

Four dishes and a soup, each rich and glistening with flavor.  

A secret-recipe braised pork belly—two whole pounds of it, first fried and then stewed until tender and fragrant. Crispy yet tender sweet-and-sour pork with a thick, savory glaze. Pork stewed with vermicelli, and an entire goose stewed in an iron pot—reserved exclusively for Lin Hongying.  

Every dish was hearty, with no filler in sight.  

The sincerity of these northeastern folks was undeniable.  

After the meal, the canteen chef secretly handed Lin Hongying a bag containing four aluminum lunchboxes packed with leftover iron-pot goose—so much that it barely fit!  

Yu Liang even gifted her a can of yellow peach preserves, a specialty he had brought back all the way from Liaoning Province.  

He said earnestly, “Comrade Lin, our farm was built five years ago during the Great Reclamation. At the time, we were tasked with constructing a large-scale pig farm, but we had no experience and had to figure things out as we went. We never considered building specialized disinfection or treatment zones…”  

He sighed helplessly. “We old-timers know how to fight and how to reclaim land with brute force, but we’re clueless about proper production.”  

The deputy director nodded. “Our pig farms—18 of this scale—bear the responsibility of supplying pork to nearly the entire Northeast and North China. If our farms fail to overcome this crisis, even our frontline soldiers won’t be guaranteed an ounce of meat a day. Workers will go hungry while producing on the frontlines, and ordinary citizens won’t get any meat at all!”  

Their fervent gazes fixed on Lin Hongying. “After seeing your plan today, my heart is finally at ease.”  

“If you can lead our farm through this swine fever, whatever request you have—we old folks will do everything in our power to fulfill it.”