Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Chapter 209 The Surprising Strange Object "White Diezi"

  There are many more stalls in the East Market, and the stall owners are groaning.

   "Selling strange objects! They are all passed down from overseas, and they are sold cheaply!"

   "Secondary goods are cleaned up. Compared with the usual price, only 20% is sold. First-come first-served, while stocks last, come and have a look!"

   It is also mixed with some such as: "Candy..."

   "Selling mountain goods..."

   and the like.

  These stalls were lined up along the streets on both sides of Fangshi, but they made the whole Dongshi lively again.

  Only 40% of the shops in Dongshi are now open for business. After too many shops were robbed, they still have not been able to recover.

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

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

   This stall owner has a black face, the whole person is thin and thin, and he is wearing short clothes. There are traces of wind and frost on his face and hands, which is the standard image of a farmer.

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

   The main thing that attracted Cheng Ling's attention was the pile of things in the left corner of his stall. He saw a piece of white fluffy there, and when he looked closely, the white clumps of snow were mixed with brown plant stems.

  Cheng Ling stretched out his hand, picked up one of the snow-white flowers and put it in front of him.

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

  Cheng Ling nodded with a smile, with joy in his heart, what white folds, isn't this clearly cotton?

   Of course, it may be called Baijiezi locally. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether it is white folds or cotton, the name is not important, the important thing is that this thing exists!

  Cheng Ling was delighted and asked, "How much do you have? How do you price it?"

   asked a question. Seeing the stall owner seemed a little stunned, Cheng Ling moved slightly, learned the local accent, and asked again slowly: "Old man, how do you sell things? How many goods do you have 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 Langjun cost? This thing is good, really good, it's better than putting it in your clothes in winter. The reeds are warm!"

  Cheng Ling was stunned there.

   Two cents a pound of cotton, is it expensive?

   No, it's so cheap, it's unbelievably cheap!

   She is not familiar with the history of cotton, but she checked the price of cotton in the Qing Dynasty when she was playing games before. I remember that it was written in the information that during the Kangxi period, cotton was 50 to 80 cents a pound, while in the Daoguang period it was 200 to 300 cents a pound!

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

Hey, whatever it is, you don't have to think about the mess, Cheng Ling just asked quickly: "You brought a basket of this stuff, so do you have it in your house? Did you grow this white folded seed, or did you get it somewhere? of?"

   The stall owner had no heart, and Cheng Ling answered honestly when he asked: "There are miles on the mountain, and I also plant an acre of it myself."

  Cheng Ling asked a few more questions in detail, but he understood it.

   First of all, the local people do not know how to use cotton, which is beyond doubt.

  Cheng Ling also knew earlier that whether it was Wei or Qi, or Chen and Shu, whom Cheng Ling had never met before, none of these countries had a record of using cotton on a large scale.

   As far as the types of cloth are concerned, the mainstream of people's lives is now, the bottom layer has kudzu, burlap, and the top layer has silk silk and so on.

  The cotton cloth, which has been shining in the history of cloth since its birth, and is still popular and loved by people in later generations, has not yet appeared today.

  If cotton can be planted on a large scale, if Cheng Ling can make cotton cloth, make cotton clothes…

   Looking at the **** of snow-white cotton in his hand, Cheng Ling could not help thinking about it and fell into deep thought.

   In the current system of Wei State, the governor of a state is the state shepherd, also called the governor. Powerful prefects tend to take over the military and political power of a state, and the subordinate officers have the prefect of the state, the military subordinate officers have the prefect, and there are also Zhongzheng and meritorious Cao, all of which belong to civil and military affairs.

  Below the first echelon, to the second echelon is the master book, and the rest of the facial features.

   So what exactly does the master bookkeeper of the second tier manage?

   In fact, although the chief clerk is not the second assistant officer, and is not as powerful as the state chief, but at some point, the chief clerk is equivalent to the secretary of the governor, and the handling of documents, seals, files... and various decree exchanges are all managed by the chief registrar.

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

  Cheng Ling's thoughts drifted farther and farther, until the stall owner asked again with anxiety: "Lang Jun, do you still want this white Diezi?"

  Cheng Ling took out a small silver coin weighing one or two from the satchel, and said, "I bought all of this basket of white folds. I'd like to ask my father to give me one."

  The stall owner took the little silver coin in panic and surprise, and wanted to refuse, but he quickly put the silver coin into his arms.

   He was no longer dull, and hurriedly cleaned up the stall, picked a pair of baskets with a pole, and happily asked Cheng Ling: "Where is Langjun's house?

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

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

  Liu Zhu's family has no fertile land, only mountains, and the family has a large population. In addition to renting land from the landlord's family, he also grows some cash crops on his own mountain.

  Compared to many ordinary people, people like Liu Zhu's family are quite economical.

  From Liu Zhu's discovery of wild cotton on the mountain, and after the wild cotton gathered soft and warm, he began to pick the wild cotton and sell it to the shops in the city.

Liu Zhu said: "Sun Dong's family collects white Diezi from the villain, which is two cents a pound. The villain doesn't know how he sells it. In short, I sell it for two cents. Alas, if the ghosts and thieves hadn't entered the city, Sun Dong's family would be in trouble. Now If you can’t do business, the villain still sells to him, so you don’t 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 went out with all kinds of trivial matters related to his seven aunts and eight aunts.

  Cheng Ling learned from this that since Liu Zhu made money from selling cotton at home, he even brought his relatives and friends home to start growing cotton.

   Of course, everyone did not plant much, because only the merchants surnamed Sun in the city collected their cotton. If you plant too much, you won't be able to sell it. It is also a waste of human and material resources.

   Liu Zhu said sadly again: "There are still many baskets of white Diezi at home, but unfortunately it is difficult to sell, alas!"

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

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

  Cheng Ling smiled suddenly, the new village she bought happened to be in Wuhe Village.

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

   (end of this chapter)