Those who were previously left in Youzhou by the Prince of Jin also returned with the Princess of Jin.
Song Zhou was in the study, reporting to the Prince of Jin about the affairs of Youzhou. "Your Highness, the day after you left Youzhou, a document arrived from Bianjing, appointing the Youzhou County Magistrate as the Youzhou Prefect."
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. Youzhou has been properly arranged."
When they heard the news of Qingzhou's great victory, they immediately packed their bags and came here.
I don’t know if the little fairy still remembers him after not seeing him for so many days.
King Jin didn't say a word. He was holding a black stick in his hand, and no one knew what it was.
He couldn't see clearly, but he knew that Prince Jin was writing something on the rice paper on the table.
Suddenly, Prince Jin stopped and said calmly:
"I understand."
Zhao Yong came around from the side room and said impatiently, "Father, Ruanruan said..."
Before he could speak, King Jin stood up and said, "Yes, I understand."
Zhao Yong scratched his face. He hadn't even said anything yet, so how did his father know what he was going to say?
Oh, he knew it must be because of the telepathic connection between them, father and son!
The Prince of Jin sent someone to inform the Princess of Jin, and then took his two children to the farm he had chosen yesterday.
Zhao Chengqian placed the vase in Zhuangzi's courtyard and said, "It's ready."
"Yeah!" Ruanruan was already getting a little impatient. As soon as she heard him speak, she put on her shoes and ran out, asking Huaping to transfer the things in the villa yard over.
The huge manor was filled with bags of things. King Jin took out a dagger and cut open the bag, and large white cotton balls came out of the bag.
King Jin reached out and grabbed a handful of cotton, rubbed it gently, and was surprised to find that the cotton was not only in large clumps, but also had no impurities inside. The cotton fibers were soft, long and strong.
They simply can’t grow such good cotton here!
Princess Jin walked in with small steps. Seeing the pile of things in the yard, her eyes fell on the dazed Prince Jin and she walked over quickly.
"This cotton is so good!" Princess Jin looked at the big bag of cotton, paused, walked forward quickly, picked up the cotton and exclaimed.
"Your Highness, the cotton here has small flowers when it grows. The cotton fibers are not as pure white and the texture is rougher. The yield is higher in the softer area."
"The clothes made from this cotton will be of slightly better quality than the clothes we have here."
Cotton also has different qualities. The cotton grown in different regions is also different. Most of the brocade in the palace is made from cotton tributed by small countries in the northwest and their dried cotton.
The combination of these two materials makes the clothes soft and wear-resistant.
Ordinary people and dignitaries all use dry cotton, which is soft and easily damaged!
"This cotton is very similar to the ones paid as tribute by the small countries in the northwest, and the cotton balls are bigger and whiter, so the cotton made from it should be more durable!" Before Princess Jin got married, her grandfather took her to read a lot of poetry and books, and she knew some humanities and regions.
"This cotton isn't enough. When you run out, bring some more over here. We have plenty!"
Ruanruan was teleported over through the vase and stood behind them, sipping from a bottle of pure milk, one hand in her pocket, looking at the couple.
"A lot?" Princess Jin paused.
"Yes, there is a place over there that specializes in growing this kind of cotton. There is a lot of it. My uncle said there are tens of millions of acres of land, which is enough for many people to use. Moreover, this cotton is not expensive, it is very cheap and affordable." Ruanruan described it eagerly.
Prince Jin's pupils shrank instantly, "Tens of millions of acres!!!?"
There is more grain land than in their country!
"Yeah, yes, they are all this kind of cotton. We have as much as you want." Seeing how surprised they were, Ruanruan smiled and nodded.
"It really deserves to be the place where Ruanruan lives." The cotton in King Jin's hand was almost flattened by him.
Ruanruan told Prince Jin and the others everything her uncle had told her. "Anyway, if you run out of cotton, you can just go get more. My uncle said that because we have so much cotton over there, and it's good quality and cheap, many places are jealous and won't let their people buy it, causing some cotton over there to go unsold."
"Getting it to Gan Country would help us sell a lot of cotton."
Princess Jin curled her lips and said, "Such good cotton can't be sold?"
The couple looked at each other. It seemed that no matter where you were, there would be human disputes, and even Ruanruan was no exception.
But when I thought that the cotton they used was better than that used in the royal palace of Gan Kingdom, I felt relieved instantly.
Several people came in from behind. Doctor Luo pushed Gu Mingxiu, Song Zhou, and Ying Yi. As soon as they arrived, they saw the bags of cotton piled up in the yard.
"Is this cotton? This cotton is so good." Song Zhou exclaimed in amazement, holding a large ball of cotton in the bag.
The quilt he was covering himself with now still had a musty smell, and when he took it apart, the cotton inside had turned yellow.
And it's not warm at all.
This cotton is loose and soft, and has a light herbal scent. It must be comfortable to cover yourself with!
"Do we finally have new quilts to cover ourselves with?" Song Zhou said happily.
"It's such a waste to make a quilt! Such good cotton is more suitable for making clothes!" Doctor Luo Shen said with a smile while pinching the cotton ball.
"It's suitable for making inner clothes, and it's comfortable to wear. The quilt should remain the same." Gu Sanlang looked at the cotton, and his eyes were filled with excitement.
"This cotton is better than any in the palace." Gu Sanlang's father was the Minister of Rites in the court, and was involved in matters of tribute.
He also knows a lot about what goes on in the palace.
Think about it now.
Who said Qingzhou is poor!
Who said that His Highness would beg to return to the capital after only half a year in Qingzhou?
Who would have thought that His Highness had a little fairy to help him, and that his life was better than in the palace.
"Yes, yes, it's such a good thing, it can be used to make quilts or clothes, right?" Song Zhou immediately changed his words.
"Oh, yes, why didn't Ruanruan think of that? You still need a lot of quilts. Just wait for me to go back and tell my uncle. The quilts we have are also very warm." Ruanruan scratched his head.
"Let the beautiful princess and the others make these clothes first."
"Thank you, little fairy!" Song Zhou was delighted and said quickly.
"Then I would like to thank you on behalf of the soldiers in the army and the people in the city."
Ruanruan smiled, narrowed her eyes, waved her hands, and took a sip of milk. "Any more talk is nonsense. Uncle Jin Wang has already given you the money. You might as well thank Uncle Jin Wang and the beautiful princess more."
She almost forgot that the beautiful princess also made clothes for her, which cost so much money.
"Ruanruan, what are you drinking?" When Zhao Yong saw her holding something strange in her hand, he immediately trotted over and asked in surprise.
"I drink pure milk. Do you want some?" Ruanruan said.
Zhao Yong nodded curiously, "Yes!"
Ruanruan dug out a white bag from the pile of cotton bags, took out two boxes and stuffed them into the hands of the Zhao Yong brothers. "Put in the plastic straw and you can drink it."
Zhao Yong immediately did as he was told and took a deep sip of the ice-cold milk.
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