The sweet potato field by the Pipa Lake at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain is a bustling work scene.

At the beginning, when only the officials from Shanglin Yuan were present, some worked hard and some were lazy.

But when Zhu Yunxi and others came down from Zhongshan Mountain and Xie Jin walked into the sweet potato field with a hoe, no one dared to be lazy anymore.

Cabinet minister Xie Hanlin personally dug sweet potatoes and did not spare any effort in his work. This made the supervisors who had resentments in their hearts not dare to say anything more and could only lower their heads and do what they were doing.

And as Zhu Yunxi also picked up sweet potatoes in the ground with a hoe, the movements of people's hands became faster and faster in tacit understanding.

"This is Mr. Jie Ge's lesson today?"

An official from Shanglinyuan Prison, even though he already knew what would happen today, still asked with some doubts and uncertainty.

Yuan Sutai hid under the pergola and did not participate in the work in the sweet potato field.

He glanced at Zhu Yunxi and Xie Jin who were digging sweet potatoes with familiar hands and feet, with a smile on his face.

Then he softly asked the subordinate officials of the Yamen: "How do you feel when you look at Taisun Xiege Lao?"

Everyone in Shanglinyuan Prison was stunned for a moment.

The young master's question seemed a bit abrupt, and everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the two elders of the Emperor's Grandson and Xie Ge who were not far away in the sweet potato field.

Digging sweet potatoes is a cooperative matter. Someone has to cut the sweet potato vines first, then someone wields a hoe to dig the sweet potatoes, and finally someone has to pick up the dug sweet potatoes.

Among them, digging sweet potatoes with a hoe is the most tiring thing.

However, the emperor's grandson and the elders of Xiege both chose to dig sweet potatoes.

Someone replied in a low voice at this time: "Both His Highness and Mr. Pavilion are very skilled in their hands and feet. Although they are not as good as the old farmers in the fields, they are not worse than me."

All the officials in Shanglinyuan Supervisory District will farm, which has been increasingly required in the past two years.

The man opened his mouth and everyone understood.

"It really is!"

"I didn't realize it just now, but now I see that both Your Highness and the Elder are so familiar with this type of farming!"

Some people reacted and exclaimed in surprise.

"My great-grandson is busy with the country, and the elder is worried about government affairs. When will he have time to experience farming and mulberry trees in person? Why is he so skilled?"

Yuan Sutai shook his head and chuckled: "My heart is worried about farming mulberry trees, and my hands have calluses from farming. My shoulders and back are exposed to the sun, and sweat drips from the loess. If you have a heart, you don't know how to do it even if you don't do it often. If you don't have mulberry trees in your heart, you will wear clothes."

Come, put out your hands for food and open your mouth. Even if you have free time, you don't want to do farming."

Everyone couldn't help but fell silent.

The young master's words are not harsh, but anyone in the world who has something to do with farming and mulberry farming can roll up his trousers and go to the fields.

Just like them, they are the subordinate officials of Shanglinyuan Supervisor.

Ten or twenty years ago, there was no one who had not read the Four Books and Five Classics and entered the officialdom. After serving as a prisoner in Shanglinyuan for a few years, he could read everything even if he didn't know it before.

"So today's class with Mr. Xie Ge is to let the supervisors of the Imperial College know how difficult it is to farm mulberry trees?"

Yuan Sutai nodded and said: "How many people only know that the scoops and drinks they drink every day are grown in the ground, but they don't know how much sweat it takes to eat that bowl of rice.

The world should not be like this, at least these students who read the articles of sages and aspire to serve the country in the future should not be like this.

This is also the reason why Mr. Xie Ge came to Linyuan Supervisor today to teach the supervisor students."

Everyone nodded in understanding and looked at the two elders of the Emperor Taisun and Xie Ge in the sweet potato field again.

At this moment, Zhu Yunxi and Xie Jin were just concentrating on lowering their heads, waving the hoes in their hands, and constantly digging out the ridges where the sweet potatoes were buried.

Xie Jin only saw the sweet potato field in front of him.

But Zhu Yunxi glanced at this person from time to time.

Time is passing by little by little, and the sun in the sky is getting stronger and stronger, making people's scalp itchy and back sweating.

The whole sweet potato field unconsciously lost the sound of people, leaving only the sound of sickles cutting, hoes digging soil, and sweet potatoes being put into baskets.

Some people wanted to take a rest, but when they looked up, they could see that Taisun and Ge Lao were still insisting. No one dared to take a rest in front of these two people.

"What on earth is this going to do?" A supervisor in the distance began to vent his dissatisfaction to his companions in a low voice.

The companion curled his lips: "What else can I do? Isn't it just digging sweet potatoes?"

"Can you dig out the truth by digging up sweet potatoes? Taisun Jiejiege keeps stopping, so who of us dares to stop? Isn't this set up for us all?"

"It's better to work with peace of mind. How can you and I be more valuable than His Highness and Mr. Ge? These two can do it, how can we say that we can't do it?"

"..."

"Do it slowly! If you really do this for a whole day, I will probably be lying in the house unable to move for ten days."

"Make the noise louder and use less force, so that we can save some energy."

"..."

These cabinet ministers who were originally dissatisfied with the lectures became supervisors digging sweet potatoes. Gradually, they changed from dissatisfaction and venting to pretentiousness.

And outside Shanglinyuan Prison.

Zou Xueyu's eyebrows can crush a whole walnut.

Half an hour ago, in order to prevent the Imperial College students from causing trouble again, Yingtian Prefecture's Yamen immediately arranged for officers from one prefecture and two counties to go to the Imperial College.

However, when people from one prefecture and two counties finally arrived at the Imperial College, they found that the entire Imperial College had already been deserted, and the courtyard of the classroom was completely empty, with not a single person in sight.

Zou Xueyu, who missed the bet, almost fainted on the spot.

It was not until the government officials from Beicheng came over to report the matter that the people in the prefect's Yamen realized that these Imperial College supervisors had actually left the city early in the morning to go to Shanglinyuan Prison.

Is the Imperial College going to make a big fuss in Linyuan Prison?

These two places are completely incompatible with each other.

Zou Xueyu immediately had the idea of ​​closing down the Imperial College immediately. After calming down for a while, Zou Xueyu led the people to Shanglinyuan Prison without stopping.

In this way, it took more than half an hour of hard work.

Zou Xueyu walked away sweating profusely, but finally saw the Yamen of Shanglin Yuanjian.

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Zou Xueyu looked at the Jinyi guards and Shangzhiqin military guards outside the Shanglinyuan Yamen, and asked the concierge in front of the Yamen.

The porter of Shanglinyuan Supervisor nodded: "Back to the magistrate's office, His Highness and the elder are in the sweet potato field behind the Yamen, and the young master is also there to accompany them."

As a result, Zou Xueyu's brows tightened a little more.

"Are the people from the Imperial College also behind?"

The concierge stared at Zou Xueyu with strange eyes, nodded and said, "Yes."

Zou Xueyu immediately turned back to look at the Yamen subordinate officer behind him: "Let's go!"

He was really a little scared.

Even the grandson, Ge Lao, young master, and those people from the Imperial College were all in Shanglinyuan Prison. Zou Xueyu was still afraid that something would happen again, and that his Yingtian Prefecture Yamen would eventually be the one to take the blame.

After all, the Shanglinyuan Supervisory Office is also on the territory of Yingtian Mansion.

"Fu Zun..."

But when Zou Xueyu was about to take people from the prefect's Yamen into Linyuan Prison, the concierge stopped him in front of him with a nervous look on his face.

Zou Xueyu glanced sideways at the concierge: "What? I can't enter Shanglinyuan Prison yet?"

The concierge immediately shook his head and looked at the three-class servants of the government office who were brought over by Zou Xueyu in front of the Yamen: "Of course the government officials and you can enter, but the servants of the government office..."

Zou Xueyu waved his robe and turned back again: "You guys stay here."

After speaking angrily, Zou Xueyu stared at the concierge with dark eyes. If this guy said the word "no" again, he swore that he would lead the people from Yingtian Mansion to seal the door of this guy's house tomorrow.

The concierge saw the inexplicable anger on the face of the palace master and quickly stepped aside.

Zou Xueyu, who was finally able to enter the Shanglinyuan Prison, snorted coldly, waved his robe and stepped into the Shanglinyuan Prison.

After a while, Zou Xueyu finally arrived near the sweet potato field from the Yamen.

From a distance, you can see the entire sweet potato field, where countless supervisors are busy digging sweet potatoes. The scene is really unique.

Zou Xueyu saw the emperor's grandson and Mr. Ge in the sweet potato field at a glance.

"I am not mistaken?"

Faced with Fu Zun's hesitation, Ying Tianfu Tongzhi nodded helplessly and said: "Back to Fu Zun, it is indeed His Highness and the two elders from the Xiege Pavilion. Over there under the pergola are the young master and the supervisor from Shanglin Garden."

Zou Xueyu glanced at the Imperial College students scattered in the sweet potato field and said cautiously: "I've been working for most of the day. How did the good teaching turn into this?"

Yingtianfu officials are unable to give an answer to this question.

The sun was already three in the sky at this time, and the autumn sun still had a hint of heat.

Countless prison students have begun to feel heavy on their hands and feet.

Even though these supervisors have been rotated several times, everyone takes turns cutting sweet potato vines, digging sweet potatoes, and loading sweet potatoes. But how can the supervisors who have never been involved in farming and mulberry persevere?

Some people have even begun to move slowly, unwilling to move even a moment.
To be continued...