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Assistance worth over ₹220 lakh under horticulture schemes disbursed to beneficiaries over four years

Assistance worth over ₹220 lakh under horticulture schemes disbursed to beneficiaries over four years

The Hindu01-07-2025
The Horticulture Department has disbursed assistance worth ₹227.69 lakh to 16,700 beneficiaries over the last four years under various horticulture schemes, according to the administration.
Collector R. Sadheesh was speaking about the various schemes under the Department of Horticulture at the Niraindha Manam programme. He said that under the Chief Minister's Vegetable Garden scheme, 1,313 terrace horticulture saplings were distributed each at a subsidised cost of ₹450. Similarly, in rural areas, 5,200 vegetable seed packets were distributed at ₹30 per packet; and micro greens for ₹75 each were distributed 4,500 beneficiaries.
According to the administration, under the Tamil Nadu State Horticulture Development Scheme, mobile vegetable and fruit vehicles were distributed to farmers during COVID. In Dharmapuri, 190 mobile vehicles at ₹15,000 subsidy were distributed at a cumulative cost of ₹28.5 lakh.
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