My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 81 The Function of Duck Feathers

Zhu Gaoyu did not conceal his words.

If looks could kill, I'm afraid Zhu Gaoyu would have died countless times under Hao Jian's eyes.

Is that your money?

what? !

In addition, the tenants in the village also seemed to be looking at Zhu Gaoyu in disbelief.

Are there really people in this world who think they have too much money, so they take it out to subsidize the tenants in a way that seems almost free from the tenants' point of view?
Yes!

In the eyes of the thin boy and his sister, Zhu Gaoyu's behavior was a disguised form of subsidy.

A gentleman does not care about his deeds.

No matter what Zhu Gaoyu's starting point was, as long as he really did it, in their eyes, Zhu Gaoyu was a real good man!

Zhu Gaoyu stretched out his hand and pressed it down slightly. When everyone had calmed down, he spoke again:
"The second thing is, on the way here, I heard that the ducks in the farm were infected with duck plague. I just went to see them from a distance."

"How about this, try to kill all the ducks infected with duck plague in the farm within seven days. Remember, when you kill them, collect the duck feathers."

After these words were spoken, the managers became anxious again.

"Your Highness, it would be a waste to just kill so many ducks... We can actually find a few veterinarians to take a look at them."

Zhu Gaoyu was immediately speechless.

These people really do not do anything productive, they only know how to take advantage of others!
"Under the current conditions, how can you cure duck plague? Are you going to give me your head to cure? Or... are you teaching me how to do things?"

Zhu Gaoyu is not lying.

From the miscellaneous books that I had secretly read in the study before, it seemed that duck plague was almost impossible to be effectively controlled in the early Ming Dynasty. In addition, the duck pen I had just seen was full of feces and flies.

The manager of the farm knew that the ducks were sick, but he didn't even isolate the sick ducks.

You still want to cure this?

Just kill him.

Zhu Gaoyu thought with a heart of stone.

Compared to the managers' disbelief, some old tenant farmers who had experience in raising chickens and ducks seemed calm and even supported Zhu Gaoyu's actions.

It’s okay that the ducks are infected with duck plague now. If the ducks are infected with zoonotic diseases, the managers in high positions will just need to talk about it and nothing will happen.

However, tenants who need to take care of the ducks have to bear the risk of contracting the disease.

In addition, the duck pen environment, which has been mentioned many times but often ignored, increases the risk of infection for tenant farmers.

In the past, the duck houses were poorly ventilated, and many duck farmers suffered from chest tightness, headaches, and difficulty breathing.

In response, the tenants reported to the managers of the farm, but to the managers, the tenants were just hard-working oxen.

If the old ox gets sick or dies, just replace it with a new one.

In Datong, where refugees are everywhere, the thing that is most in demand is these tenant farmers who are treated like cattle and horses.

But... collecting duck feathers... what's that all about?

……

on the way back.

Zhu Gaoyu seemed to have lost the noise he had during the day, and he no longer had the aura of a tyrannical second-generation rich kid.

He leaned against the window frame of the carriage, holding his cheek, his eyes a little dazed, but if you observe carefully, you can find that most of the time, Zhu Gaoyu's eyes were fixed on the refugees outside the city.

Suddenly, Zhu Gaoyu spoke up:

"Sanbao, do you know Shang Yang?"

Ma Sanbao didn't know why Zhu Gaoyu suddenly brought this up.

But he was still very patient. While driving the carriage, he smiled and spoke gently:
"I know a thing or two. Why did Your Highness suddenly mention Shang Yang?"

Zhu Gaoyu changed his posture and supported his chin, his eyes seemed to be filled with deep confusion:
"Shang Yang was highly valued by Qin Xiaogong and proposed a method to control the people. Do you know about this?"

Ma Sanbao's eyebrows moved, "I'd like to hear the details."

"Shang Yang once said that the way to control the people is to make them stupid, weak, tired, humiliated and impoverished."

"If the people are not enlightened, it is easier to rule; if the people are weak, the country is strong; if the people are exhausted, they will not have other thoughts; if the people are poor, they will lose their ambition. But is this... really right?"

This problem far exceeded Ma Sanbao's expectations.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

The curtain of the carriage was slightly lifted.

Ma Sanbao turned around and looked at Zhu Gaoyu. His face was still very childish, but the topic he asked made Ma Sanbao unable to answer for a moment.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke:
"What Shang Yang said may not be correct. Your Highness has been studying for so long, you must have heard of Confucius."

"Confucius said: If the people are well-off, how can the ruler be dissatisfied? If the people are dissatisfied, how can the ruler be satisfied? The general idea is that only when the people are well-off can the country be strong. Doesn't this contradict what Shang Yang said about 'poor people'?"

When Zhu Gaoyu heard this, he sighed again.

Ma Sanbao smiled, and seeing that he was in a bad mood, he deliberately teased him:

"Don't sigh, Your Highness. All your blessings will be sighed away."

Zhu Gaoyu took one last look at the refugees outside, lowered the curtain in front of him, and said nothing more.

Ma Sanbao found a topic and asked with interest:

"Today I saw His Highness walking, and it seemed that he had other plans for the sick duck... Your Highness, can you tell me what the purpose of collecting the feathers of sick ducks is?"

Speaking of this, Zhu Gaoyu suddenly perked up from his listless state:
"My elder brother told me a story. It seems that in the late Tang Dynasty, Liu Xun wrote "Lingbiao Luyi", which recorded the use of goose down. By sandwiching goose down in cotton cloth, it can keep warm."

"So when I saw those sick ducks today, I couldn't help but think, since the sick ducks were going to be slaughtered anyway, could I make use of those duck feathers? After repeated processing, the duck feathers could be turned into something like goose down to keep warm, thus making good use of waste." Although Ma Sanbao had long known that Zhu Gaoyu had other plans for those duck feathers, he really didn't expect that this kid's brain could be so flexible.

At such a young age, he could think of using sick ducks, plucking their feathers and using them for warmth.

only……

Ma Sanbao suddenly narrowed his eyes and said quietly:
“So you’ve also asked others to tell you stories…”

When Zhu Gaoyu heard this tone, he smiled without showing his teeth:
"whee……"

In fact, not only the eldest brother told him stories, but also the second brother and the third brother were pestered by him to tell stories...

But in comparison, Zhu Gaoyu still prefers his father's story.

Go deep into the desert and gallop across the grassland!
This is a man’s dream!

Little boys are no exception!
Zhu Gaoyu felt that after listening to such stories, his legs seemed extra powerful when he stretched them when he slept at night.

along the way.

Since Zhu Gaoyu has already explained the real function of duck feathers, he doesn't mind talking more about this thing.

It turns out that as a little kid, even though I had a lot of memories in my head, I had never put them into practice, so there were still omissions in many aspects.

This is also a normal phenomenon.

If he really had everything covered, then Zhu Gaoyu would not be a genius but a monster!
Ma Sanbao obviously played a significant role at this time.

While following Zhu Gaoyu's ideas to sort out the subsequent processing of duck down, he also checked for omissions and filled in all the places that Zhu Gaoyu had not noticed.

This kept Zhu Gaoyu in a very high mood.

However... perhaps too much joy will lead to sorrow.

Just as Zhu Gaoyu arrived at the Prince of Dai's Palace and got off the carriage, he suddenly felt his whole body lose weight, as if someone grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him up.

Then, he felt a pain in his butt.

Zhu Gaoyu was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

The person behind him was none other than Zhu Di, the handsome face with dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes!

Zhu Gaoyu raised his voice, somewhat angry and somewhat incredulous:

"You hit me?!"

Zhu Di was filled with anger and paused because of this sentence.

He was a little confused.

This isn't the first time I've beaten this kid, why is he still like this?

It seemed as if Zhu Di had gone too far.

As a result, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart.

But when Zhu Di thought about the news he heard today, the anger that had just subsided in his heart suddenly flared up again.

He spanked his butt again and gritted his teeth:
"Evil creature! What did you do at the manor today? Tell me the truth!"

The bustle of the Dai Wang Mansion is not something that ordinary people can see.

But just because the people didn’t watch it doesn’t mean that the King of Dai didn’t watch it.

The King of Dai was leaning against the vermilion bronze door, smiling, cracking melon seeds and watching the scene leisurely.

This damn kid, I can't do anything to him, do I really think I can just sit back and relax?

If Zhu Gui wants to play a trick on someone, isn’t that easy?
Who knows if this damn kid can dig up all of Xu Yuan's secrets once he goes out.

If the King of Dai had known this earlier, he would never have promised the Zhuangzi to Zhu Gaoyu.

Of course, he was not helping Xu Yuan.

joke!

Xu Yuan's family all depended on him for food and drink, and Xu Yuan's things were Zhu Gui's things.

But what belongs to Zhu Gui is still his own thing!

the other side.

Zhu Gaoyu looked at his father and felt aggrieved, but his mother was not around, and his grandfather also... eh?

wrong!

Zhu Gaoyu suddenly remembered that he still had the imperial sword on him!

Why did his father beat him?

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoyu became bolder.

"Why did you hit me? I didn't do anything bad!"

Zhu Di's eyes widened. He had originally just wanted to hit him a few times, but now that he saw Zhu Gaoyu's expression of "refusing to admit it", his anger rose instead:
"Your grandfather gave you the jade pendant and told you to do what you want, and this is how you do it? You confiscated the servants' property! Zhu Gaoyu! You are really amazing!"

Zhu Gaoyu was angry!

That's all?!
He shouted angrily:
"Do you dare to say this in front of Grandpa Huang? Do you dare to bet with me?"

Zhu Di frowned, vaguely sensing something was wrong, "What are you betting on?"

"Let's bet on this! If I really did something wrong, I'll let you beat me up. If you wrongly accuse me..."

Zhu Gaoyu narrowed his eyes and revealed a malicious smile:
"Then you can call me daddy instead!"

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