There are many street stalls in the East Market, and the stall owners are cheering.

"We are selling rare items! They are all imported from overseas and sold at a cheap price!"

"The second-hand goods are being cleaned up. They will only be sold at 20% of the price compared to usual. Buy on a first-come, first-served basis. While supplies last, come and take a look!"

There are also some mixed in, such as: "Candy candy..."

"Selling mountain goods..."

Sounds like that.

These street stalls are lined up along the streets on both sides of the city, making the entire Dongshi even more lively.

Only about 40% of the shops in Dongshi are open for business now. Too many shops have been robbed and have yet to recover.

Cheng Ling saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. While carefully observing the stalls on both sides, he also listened attentively to people's conversations.

After walking for a while, Cheng Ling stopped at a stall selling mountain products.

This stall owner has a charcoal face, he is lean and lean, he is wearing short clothes, and there are traces of wind and frost on his face and hands. He is a standard farmer image.

He didn't shout much, he just huddled behind his stall, squatting there timidly and saying nothing.

What mainly attracted Cheng Ling's attention was the pile of things placed in the left corner of his stall. All he could see was a patch of white velvet. Looking closely, the white clumps were mixed with brown plant stems.

Cheng Ling stretched out her hand, picked up a flower from the white snow and put it in front of her eyes.

When the stall owner saw her looking at the goods, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly cheered up and said: "Lang Jun, this, this is Bai Diazi, beautiful, warm and soothing!"

Cheng Ling nodded with a smile, feeling happy in his heart, "What kind of white stack is it? Isn't this obviously cotton?"

Of course, the locals may call it Baidiezi. So, whether it is Baidiezi or cotton, the name is not important. What is important is that this thing exists!

Cheng Ling was delighted and asked: "How much do you have of this thing? How do you price it?"

After asking, seeing that the stall owner seemed a little stunned, Cheng Ling's heart moved slightly. He imitated the local accent and asked slowly again: "Old man, how do you sell things? How many goods do you have here in total?"

Only then did the stall owner react and said hurriedly: "Ah, I, I brought a basket! It's not expensive, two cents a pound! How much does the gentleman want? This stuff is good, really good. It can be stuffed in clothes in winter. It's better than

Reeds are warm!”

Cheng Ling was stunned.

Two cents per pound of cotton, is it expensive?

No, it’s too cheap, it’s incredibly cheap!

She was not familiar with the history of cotton, but she had checked the price of cotton in the Qing Dynasty when she was playing games. She remembered that the information said that cotton during the Kangxi period cost 50 to 80 cents per pound, while during the Daoguang period it cost 200 to 200 cents.

Three hundred coins per pound!

Although this price is not much comparable to today's Wei State, but, but... but but...

Hey, no matter what, there is no need to think about the mess. Cheng Ling just asked quickly: "You brought a basket of this stuff, do you still have it at home? Did you grow this white stack of seeds at home, or did you get it somewhere?

of?"

The stall owner was careless. When Cheng Ling asked him, he answered honestly: "On the mountain, there are miles on the mountain. I also plant an acre of it myself."

Cheng Ling asked some more questions in detail and finally figured it out.

First of all, there is no doubt that the local people do not know how to truly utilize cotton.

Cheng Ling also knew earlier that no matter whether it was Wei or Qi, or Chen and Shu, which Cheng Ling had never met, there was no record of large-scale use of cotton in these countries.

As far as the types of cloth are concerned, the ones that now occupy the mainstream of people's lives include coarse kudzu and burlap on the bottom layer, silk and silk on the upper layer, etc.

However, cotton cloth, which has been shining brightly in the history of cloth since its birth and is still popular and loved by people in later generations, has not yet come to the market.

If cotton could be grown on a large scale, if Cheng Ling could produce cotton cloth and cotton clothes...

Looking at the balls of snow-white cotton in his hands, Cheng Ling could not help but think wildly and fall into deep thought.

According to the current system of the Wei State, the governor of a state is the prefect, also called the governor. A strong governor often takes over the military and political power of a state. Among them, there are state ministers as subordinate assistants, captains as military assistants, and Zhongzheng and meritorious officials.

, these all belong to civil and military fields.

Below the first echelon, up to the second echelon is the main book, and the other five sense organs.

So what exactly does the second echelon’s chief clerk do?

In fact, although the chief registrar is not the second assistant official and does not have as much power as the state prime minister, at certain times, the chief registrar is equivalent to the governor's secretary. Documents, seals, files... and the handling of various government orders are all under the chief registrar's control.

In addition, in Yongzhou, the original chief bookkeeper was also in charge of the economy!

Cheng Ling's thoughts wandered further and further until the stall owner asked again with anxiety: "Lang Jun, do you want this white stack?"

Cheng Ling took out a small silver coin that weighed one or two from his bag and said, "I bought all this basket of white coins. Could you please help me give them away?"

The stall owner was flustered and surprised as he took the small silver lock. He wanted to refuse, but he quickly put the silver lock into his arms.

He was no longer dull. He quickly cleaned up the stall, picked up a pair of baskets on a pole, and asked Cheng Ling happily: "Where is Lang Jun's house? I will send it to you right away."

Cheng Ling told him the address of Ping'an Fang, and then took the stall owner all the way home.

While walking, Cheng Ling chatted with the stall owner, and during the conversation he learned the other person's name. It turned out that his name was Liu Zhu, and he was from Liuhe Village in the west of Yongzhou City.

Liu Zhu's family has no fertile farmland, only mountainous land. The family has a large population. In addition to renting farmland from the landlord, they also plant some cash crops on their own mountainous land.

Compared with many ordinary people, the Liu Zhu family is considered to be very financially savvy.

After Liu Zhu discovered that there was wild cotton in the mountains, and the wild cotton was soft and warm when gathered together, he began to pick the wild cotton and sell it to shops in the city.

Liu Zhu said: "Sun Dong's family received white stacks from the villain for two cents per catty. I don't know how he sold it, but I sold it for two cents. Alas, if ghost thieves hadn't entered the city, Sun Dong's family would have suffered. Now,

If you can't do business, the villain will still sell to him, so there is no need to set up a stall."

Cheng Ling talked to him for a while, and he gradually became talkative. Not only did he tell the reason why he suddenly came out to set up a stall, but he also talked about all kinds of trivial matters about his seven aunts and eight aunts at home.

fall.

Cheng Ling learned from this that after Liu Zhu's family made money selling cotton, his relatives and friends also began to grow cotton.

Of course, everyone doesn't plant much, because only businessmen named Sun in the city collect their cotton. If they plant too much and can't sell it, it will be a waste of manpower and material resources.

Liu Zhu said sadly: "I still have many baskets of white stacks at home, but it's a pity that they are hard to sell, alas!"

When Cheng Ling heard this, he suddenly asked: "Your home is in Liuhe Village, is it very close to Wuhe Village?"

Liu Zhu was surprised and said: "Yes, Sihe Village, Wuhe Village, Liuhe Village, three villages are next to each other. Lang Jun actually knows this?"

Cheng Ling smiled. The new village she bought happened to be in Wuhe Village.

In this way, wouldn't it be convenient to hire this experienced farmer to grow cotton?

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!