Chapter 89 Horse Farm

The next day, Liu Yuanfu brought six children of the Liu family to the government office. Yang Zhengshan talked with them for a while and then took them to the school.

The so-called school is actually just a small courtyard. The normal three main rooms have been turned into one large room that can accommodate forty students at the same time.

The east and west wing rooms are used as teachers' offices and lounges.

There is a slightly larger yard next door, which was prepared by Yang Zhengshan for the soldiers to learn to read and write.

On the eighth day of October, the school opened. The first group of students was forty children selected from the garrison. Of course, Lin Zhan was among them.

On the same day, the first batch of soldiers completed a month-long basic training.

After the basic training, they will go back to take over the guarding tasks of the watchtowers and beacons from others, and let other soldiers come to Yinghe Fort for basic training.

Of course, their return does not mean the training is over.

After returning, they have to conduct their own combat training, including swordsmanship, gunmanship, archery, etc., which they need to practice on their own.

Yang Zhengshan set the date for the Yinghebao martial arts competition after the New Year. By then, all the soldiers should have completed basic training, and Yang Zhengshan could select some outstanding talents from them to fill the vacant official positions.

Busy times always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is already the twelfth lunar month.

A heavy snowfall turned the 800-mile mountain range into a world covered in silver.

early morning.

Yang Zhengshan pushed open the door, stepped on the thick snow, and exhaled a cloud of mist.

"father!"

"Master!"

Yang Yunxue and Wang Yunqiao had gotten up early and were practicing shooting in the yard.

Yang Zhengshan looked at their rosy faces and said with a smile: "Practice well and don't be lazy!"

"Dad, when have we ever been lazy?" Yang Yunxue said in a sweet and naive tone.

"Haha, you are all good kids!" Yang Zhengshan laughed.

He meant it sincerely.

Whether it is Yang Yunxue, Wang Yunqiao, or Lin Zhan, they are all very obedient children.

They get up early every day to practice, even earlier than Yang Zhengshan.

Although they have not become warriors yet, they have laid a solid foundation. Yang Zhengshan feels that the future of these three little guys will definitely be much stronger than Yang Mingcheng.

After giving the two some pointers, Yang Zhengshan went to the front yard to give Lin Zhan some pointers, which was considered as he had fulfilled his duties as a master.

Not only them, after leaving the government office, Yang Zhengshan also gave some instructions to Yang Mingcheng, Yang Mingwu and others in the martial arts training ground in front of the government office.

Over the past year, Yang Mingcheng and his companions have made considerable progress in their cultivation.

Among them, Yang Mingwu has the highest level of cultivation and has already entered the strength refining stage.

Yang Mingcheng has also reached the threshold of the Strength Refining Stage, but has not yet entered the Strength Refining Stage.

He became a warrior earlier than Yang Mingwu, but was surpassed by Yang Mingwu. The main reason was that he had not been with Yang Zhengshan for more than half a year, and Yang Zhengshan could not provide him with spiritual spring water.

In order to make up for Yang Mingcheng, Yang Zhengshan often prepared special meals for him during this period, and would make a pot of spiritual spring water for his brothers to drink.

Yang Chengze, Yang Chengxu and others are similar to Yang Mingcheng, and are about to enter the stage of refining strength.

Only Yang Minghao and Yang Qinwu were a little behind, as they had only become warriors not long ago. This was mainly because they were still young.

Although a martial artist can start laying the foundation from a young age, the real training begins after the age of fifteen.

Yang Zhengshan is not very clear about the specific reason, but he thinks it has something to do with human growth.

Anyway, he had never heard of anyone becoming a warrior before the age of fifteen.

If one can become a warrior at the age of fifteen, he will be called a genius.

Yang Minghao and Yang Qinwu are only fifteen years old now, and they are already considered geniuses.

After giving some instructions to everyone, Yang Zhengshan walked out of the garrison alone, came to an open space on the bank of Ying River, and began his own practice.

The key to cultivation is persistence. No matter how busy he is, Yang Zhengshan will take out an hour every day to practice.

As for cultivation, it naturally improved by leaps and bounds.

Now he almost drinks the spiritual spring water as ordinary water. The spiritual spring water is his, so naturally he drinks it the most.

As his cultivation level increased, the thundering sound of Kui Niu Jin became louder and louder.

Now when he threw a punch, it was like real thunder, rumbling.

But under normal circumstances, he would not use the full strength of Kuiniu, because the rumbling sound of thunder was really loud.

"Grandpa, it's time for breakfast!"

Just when Yang Zhengshan was about to finish his training, Yang Chengye came running over with his short legs.

Yang Zhengshan quickly put away his gun and picked up the boy.

The little guy is not even five years old, but he looks like he is seven or eight years old, and his body is very strong.

It was a very cold day, but he didn't feel cold at all.

This is all thanks to the nourishment of the spiritual spring water.

Not only him, but everyone in the Yang family is in great health.

"What did your mother cook?" Yang Zhengshan asked, holding a gun in one hand and Yang Chengye in the other.

"Dried vegetable and meat buns!" Yang Chengye blinked and said, "Grandpa, put me down. I can walk on my own!"

As he grew taller, he began to feel uncomfortable being hugged.

Yang Zhengshan put him down. This eldest grandson was not as comfortable to hold as the soft eldest granddaughter.

When they returned to the backyard of the government office, Wang had already prepared the meal, and all the family members except Yang Mingzhi were present.

"Let's eat!" Yang Zhengshan simply washed up, sat in the main seat, grabbed a meat bun and started eating.

Two large pots of meat buns were finished in just a few moments.

Everyone is in good health, so their appetite will naturally not be too bad.

To Yang Zhengshan, supporting this family is like raising a group of big eaters.

If it weren't for the two thousand taels of silver given by Master Lu, Yang Zhengshan would probably have been bankrupted by this group of filial sons and grandsons.

"Boss, come on, let's go to the horse farm!"

After breakfast, Yang Zhengshan called Yang Mingcheng to go to the horse farm.

The horse farm was built a month ago. More than a dozen stables, five warehouses, and seven or eight houses for living formed a large yard.

Such a horse farm can easily raise fifty or sixty horses, but now there are only less than thirty horses. In addition to the ten inferior horses bought at the beginning, Yang Mingcheng later bought some foals and mares.

When we arrived at the horse farm, a middle-aged man in a cotton jacket came out to greet us.

"grown ups!"

This man was a stable boy hired by Yang Mingcheng from Guancheng. His name was Ma San and he was considered a long-term worker for the Yang family.

In addition to Ma San, there are more than a dozen long-term workers in the horse farm, both men and women, most of whom were hired from Huuludun in the north.

Ma San stepped forward to help Yang Zhengshan hold Hongyun, and Yang Zhengshan dismounted and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. We cleared the snow on the roof last night and lit a fire in the stable. The horses are all fine!" Ma San said respectfully.

He was originally a horse herder in the Dusi Yamen, but unfortunately he offended someone and was driven out of the Dusi Yamen. Some people also forced him to live in the city.

If Yang Mingcheng hadn't taken a fancy to him, his family would definitely have been forced out of the city.

In fact, they have left Guancheng now, and their whole family lives in the horse farm. The couple both work as long-term workers for the Yang family.

Yang Zhengshan walked into the stable and looked around from beginning to end.

The first ten horses bought have completely changed. The originally skinny and inferior horses have become much stronger. Although they are still not good horses, they are much better than before.

"How much silver can these ten horses fetch if sold?"

"I think it should be no problem to sell a horse for fifty taels of silver." Ma San said honestly.

In fact, he was full of questions in his mind, because with his twenty years of experience in raising horses, he really couldn't understand why these ten horses became so strong.

When he arrived, the ten horses had become much stronger, but even so, he still felt something was not right.

Fifty taels for a horse!

Wouldn’t ten horses cost five hundred taels?

In just three months, two hundred taels became five hundred taels!

Yang Zhengshan said: "Then contact them to sell them. After selling them, buy a batch of mares and foals!"

Some things cannot be done too much, otherwise people will notice that something is wrong.

Turning a bad horse into a good one can only be done once. From now on, the stable will only train foals. Although this will be a little different, it will be more acceptable.

"I obey your command!" Ma San replied.

Yang Zhengshan didn't have to worry about buying and selling horses. Ma San was very familiar with the cattle and horse market in Guancheng, and he would contact buyers and sellers himself.

What Yang Mingcheng did more was supervision over people and money. He was just the boss and did not need to do everything himself. He just needed to control the account books and personnel rights.

As for whether Ma San would do something secretly, Yang Zhengshan would not dare to do it even if he had eight courage.

This is his trump card. The small flag officer of Huoludun in the north was selected by him from Linguan Fort.

If Ma San dared to do anything wrong, Yang Zhengshan could take the lives of his entire family at any time.

Yang Zhengshan found an excuse to send Ma San and Yang Mingcheng away, sprinkled two bowls of spiritual spring water in the trough, and then left with Yang Mingcheng.

After returning to Yinghe Fort, Yang Zhengshan just sat down in the study.

Lu Wenhua came over.

"Sir, this is the income from the needlework workshop and the charcoal workshop last month!" Lu Wenhua placed two money boxes in front of Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan opened the money box and took a look.

The needlework workshop did not make much profit, only four or five taels of silver per month.

However, the charcoal workshops are making a lot of money, especially now that the demand for charcoal is the highest.

Li Erhu built more than ten charcoal kilns in Yinghebao and Sanshanbao, and led hundreds of people to burn charcoal day and night. The monthly output of charcoal reached 30,000 kilograms.

Looking at the three ten-liang silver ingots in the money box, he began to calculate silently in his mind.

He had thirty taels, Luo Shang should have earned twenty taels, and as for Li Erhu and others, they each got about five hundred copper coins.

On average, each person earned less than twenty copper coins a day, which was more than what one could earn by hiring temporary workers in the village.

In the past in Yangjia Village, if you hired a temporary worker with one meal, you would pay ten cents a day, and if you didn't pay, you would pay twelve cents a day.

With this income, Li Erhu and his friends should have a good New Year.

One hundred workers mean one hundred military households.

"Wait until next spring, let Li Erhu and the others plant some trees on the mountain. Otherwise, all the trees on the mountain will be cut down in a few years!" Yang Zhengshan ordered.

No matter how many trees there are on the mountain, they cannot withstand such cutting. In order for the charcoal business to continue, planting trees is essential.

"Okay, I will explain it to Li Erhu!" Lu Wenhua said.

"Deposit it into Wenchun's account!" Yang Zhengshan closed the money box and said again.

"Yes!"

Lu Wenhua left with the money box.

(End of this chapter)