Today's Yingtian Chaotang has several places that are obviously different from other places. There are several yamen that are different from other government yamen.

Such as the tax office in front of Wuying Palace, and various workshops managed by Zhang Ergong.

As for Shanglinyuan Supervisor, this was originally the most common yamen among the various ministries and bureaus in Yingtian, but now it has become extraordinarily different.

According to the calculations of the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Taxation Office, in just the past few years, the grain seeds brought back from Jiaozhi Road by Shanglin Yuanjian have been planted all over the Central Plains. And the sweet potatoes grown in the sandy land next to Pipa Lake have been planted all over the Central Plains.

Now it has spread to other provinces besides Zhili, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Huguang, Henan, and Shandong.

It can be said that Shanglin Yuanjian, an inconspicuous yamen at the beginning, relied on its own efforts to increase the production of the most suitable land for farming in the entire Central Plains.

Land was the core of the Central Plains dynasty.

Food is the bottom line for the people of the world.

Keeping the people well fed, with this single achievement, Shanglin Yuanjian has made great contributions to the future.

So when the imperial court began to implement the New Deal this year, the structure of the court changed. The emperor established Wenyuan Pavilion to handle important military and political affairs in the world, and selected important ministers to join Wenyuan Pavilion.

Everyone was certain that Yuan Sutai, the Young Master of the Ming Dynasty and the Supervisor of Shanglinyuan, would definitely have a place in Wenyuan Pavilion.

But unfortunately, this important minister with great merits and virtues was not admitted to Wenyuan Pavilion.

No one would think that this was the emperor's suppression of Yuan Shaoshi.

The imperial court will definitely not suppress people like Yuan Sutai.

Then someone began to spread the news that this was Master Yuan who was loyal to the country and only wanted to feed the entire Ming Dynasty.

As a result, the images of Yuan Sutai and Shanglin Yuanjian were once again elevated in everyone's hearts.

There is nothing wrong with people who have made great contributions to the country raising some chickens, ducks and geese.

Even if these chickens, ducks and geese are kept in the imperial yamen, there will be no problem.

Even the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, who usually had nothing to do, did not dare to say a single word when he passed by the Shanglinyuan Supervisory Office and was chased by a big white goose, pecked on the head by a rooster, and ridiculed by a fat duck.

I really hope that these chickens, ducks and geese can grow fatter.

Even though Yingtian City is blooming with flowers, Shanglinyuan Supervisor always has a quiet time, and everyone is at peace with each other.

A lame half-year-old child dressed in gray linen clothes, holding a dustpan and a broom in his hands, walked out of the Shanglinyuan Prison with a helpless expression on his face.

The child's mouth opened and closed from time to time, indicating that he was continuously cursing silently.

And the target was none other than the chickens, ducks and geese that escaped outside the Yamen.

The child carrying the dustpan walked out of the yamen, stood outside and looked around, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and he turned back to look inside the yamen: "If you go slower, it will take more time."

Following the child's cry, several more children of similar ages, also dressed in gray linen and linen clothes, walked out of the yamen.

Some of these children were holding dustpans and brooms, and some were carrying long bamboo poles.

It's just that every child has problems, big or small.

The child with the bamboo pole in hand began to rush away, trying to get in front of the chickens, ducks and geese that had escaped from the Yamen, so as to drive them back to the cages in the Yamen.

The children seemed unaware of the identities of Zhu Yunxi and others.

The lame child who was the first to come out with the dustpan cursed silently, lowered his head, swept the feces on the ground, and came to Zhu Yunxi's side.

"Who are these children?"

Zhu Yunxi looked confused and looked sideways at Tian Mai beside him, a little curious about the identities of these children who came out of the Shanglinyuan Prison Yamen.

Tian Mai bowed slightly and nodded, and whispered: "They are all children in the almshouse. The young master went to the almshouse by chance. When he saw these children, he got an idea. He felt that the imperial court had to consider supporting and raising these children.

A long-term plan for the future.”

Zhu Yunxi's face became more curious: "What is Young Master's plan? Does he want Supervisor Shanglinyuan to accept these children?"

"The young master thought that when Supervisor Linyuan finds out a feasible breeding method, he will let these children take over slowly, and then they will share some. When the children are older, let them go out and find a place to raise poultry on their own.

, so you can count on having someone to rely on to live your life.”

Tian Mai said with some hesitation. The matter of supervising Shanglinyuan to the nursing home seemed to be some disputes over authority.

After thinking about it, Tian Mai added: "These children from the almshouse come to Linyuan Supervisor to help out. The yamen also calculates some wages every day, which is not much. It should be considered as hiring some people."

The imperial court's financial budget has budgets and accounts every year. Tian Mai cannot hide this. If the cabinet wants to check it, they can get it at any time.

A smile appeared on Zhu Yunxi's face: "It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish. The young master is deeply concerned about the country and cannot be compared to others."

"Master, please move a little bit."

Just as Zhu Yunxi was lamenting Yuan Sutai's loyalty to the country, the lame child sweeping up the poultry excrement on the ground was already in front of Zhu Yunxi's eyes. He frowned at the emperor's grandson who had not yet revealed his identity, and reminded him with some dissatisfaction.

Zhu Yunxi was stunned for a moment, but he still followed the other party's instructions and moved closer to the cleaned area in front of the Yamen.

But he still asked curiously: "But Supervisor Lin Yuan is not happy here?"

The lame child frowned and turned to look at Zhu Yunxi, and said in a muffled voice: "Whose house can be happy with feces on the floor? I'm just waiting for these chickens, ducks and geese to get fat and kill them to vent my anger!"

"Then you don't have to do this."

Zhu Yunxi turned his eyes and probed with interest.

The lame child immediately looked at Zhu Yunxi with a lunatic look, thinking that this was probably some kind of noble son who didn't know the grain, so he had to say angrily: "If you don't do this, where will you eat? Mr. Yuan said, as long as we raise him

By producing more chickens, ducks and geese, not only will we be able to have full stomachs, but we will also grow stronger, and no one will be able to bully us."

Tian Mai was a little helpless, somewhat dumbfounded by this lame child who didn't know his great-grandson's identity.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! If this child knew the identity of his grandson, I don’t know if he would be able to say these words.

Zhu Yunxi hummed, nodded and said: "This is the truth, then you have to follow your Mr. Yuan and learn hard. By then, you can raise the most chickens, ducks and geese in the Ming Dynasty and feed everyone!"

The lame child snorted twice: "That's natural! We have agreed that by then the Qinhuai River will be filled with swimming geese and ducks, and Zhongshan Mountain will be filled with free-range chickens."

At this time, even Zhu Yunxi looked dumbfounded.

He really didn't dare to imagine what a lively scene it would be like that the ten miles of Qinhuai River were filled with big fat ducks and white geese, and Zhongshan Mountain was filled with free-range chickens.

The lame child complained a lot, and pointed at the Yamen with a broom: "Young Master is coming to visit Mr. Yuan, right? He is at the front lake. You can find him by yourself."

Zhu Yunxi bowed his hand very politely: "Thank you."

The lame child's eyes flickered.

Finally nodded: "You're welcome."

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"Moo..."

"BAA Baa baa……"

"Clang, clang, clang..."

"Please calm down, sir. If you call me again, don't blame me for being rude!"

On the bank of Qianhu Lake at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, outside a large newly-built pen, in a large open space surrounded by fences, Yuan Sutai, who had some unknown objects stuck to his official robe, was blushing, and looked angrily at a few cows that were fighting.

The sheep gives a final warning.

Several people who were working at Shanglinyuan Prison were rushing over from a distance carrying wooden fences, and a few others blocked the cattle and sheep that were about to start working, trying to separate the two groups again.

After the wooden fence was moved to separate the cattle and sheep, the scene calmed down.

Yuan Sutai frowned and was quite puzzled: "It's clear that they can mix together if they are raised in free range, why would there be conflicts if they are kept in captivity?"

A Shanglinyuan prison official held a book full of records in his hand, picked up a pen and recorded a few more paragraphs, and then said: "Maybe it is due to different ethnic groups?"

"Remember." Yuan Sutai spoke in a deep voice: "Large livestock such as cattle and sheep should not be mixed in a cage to avoid ethnic conflicts. If they are raised intensively in a large area, the pens and venues should be separated."

The official took a note to record it and whispered: "It has been written down."

Yuan Sutai nodded, with a look of helplessness on his face: "If mixed breeding is not possible, the cost of building enclosures and venues will inevitably increase. Small farmers and small households may not be able to afford it."

The official following Yuan Sutai said softly: "Small farmers cannot raise too many cattle and sheep, at most a few cows and a dozen sheep. The construction of the pens will naturally not cost much."

Yuan Sutai nodded, but he just felt that regardless of whether he could raise cattle and sheep on a large scale, if he could reduce the cost, he would save money and food, and then he could do more other things.

Just can't solve this problem.

Yuan Sutai had no choice but to change his words and said, "Did the hospital give an explanation?"

Hearing that the Young Master Superintendent was mentioning the Taiyuan Hospital, everyone at the scene looked condensed.

Recently, especially when the weather in Yingtian City was the hottest a while ago, Shanglinyuan Prison has been having a hard time.

Several of the cattle and sheep kept in captivity on the Qianhu side died every day.

In the end, it was Yuan Sutai who went to the Taiyuan Hospital in person and dragged Shui San, who had been hiding all day long, to Shanglinyuan Prison. After a long period of tossing, his death was finally stopped.

"The opinion from Taiyuan Hospital is that cattle and sheep should not be mixed. It is recommended that as long as the number of cattle is slightly larger, they should be raised in separate groups." An official from Taiyuan Hospital explained.

Yuan Sutai frowned and said, "What's the reason?"

"The water gardener said that it is because mixed culture makes it easier to breed...bacteria."

Yuan Sutai's eyes showed confusion: "Germs? What is this?"

This is a new term, and even the officials from Shanglinyuan Supervisory Office who were present at the Taiyuan Hospital had only a partial understanding of it and did not know its true meaning.
To be continued...