This year's cotton is growing just like last year's, and it's very pleasing. In early August, Sun Fugui and his friends came again.
"Boss Yan, you don't need to tell me this time. I have shipped over 200 bolts of cloth for you. Please give us the cotton first."
It is said that the hand that takes is soft, Chun Xiao really can't refuse so much cloth, "Master Sun, you are too polite, you come to buy cotton, shouldn't I sell it to you? I will consider this cloth as a purchase from you."
"No, no, they're just scraps of cloth. They're of no use to me. I'll use them to buy something good from you, the boss. We'll be visiting quite often, and I'm afraid there'll be quite a few people coming this year. I still want you to give us the first priority, and the price will remain the same as last year."
Sun Fugui was right. People had indeed come in the past few days and were all eyeing her cotton fields. She hadn't harvested the cotton yet, so naturally she wouldn't give in to her promise. However, Sun Fugui and the other three were old customers, and since they had sold in advance, she had to treat them differently.
“How much do those people want this year?”
Zhou Sukang laughed when he heard this, "The boss is very generous. It's still the same number as last year."
"Okay, since we're all acquaintances and are quick to do business, I'll give you my share first. Come back in a dozen days or so, and I'll definitely give you some of it first."
The three of them then left happily.
"Boss, there are more people coming this year than last year. I've already dealt with several waves of people. We need to arrange for people to watch over the perimeter early. The harvest is about to begin."
Chunxiao was both happy and worried. Happy because her cotton was a hot commodity, but worried because the market was in short supply. If she agreed to one, she would have to reject another, which would inadvertently offend some people. She knew she had to plant more to survive.
The price of cotton remained at 130 wen per jin, and the buyers visited the farm daily, fearing they might sell out without realizing it. Around the 10th, the first round of cotton harvest began. This year, there were more people picking than last year, making the shavings easier. I've been so busy lately that I've suspended classes for the past two months, but Chunxiao will still pay for the teacher's expenses.
In the middle of the harvest, she went to Huangkou Village, where people were also busy harvesting.
"Chunxiao, look, these cottons are growing so well, better than the ones we planted in the village before. We must harvest tens of thousands of kilograms." Yan Mingli saw her excited face.
He followed Chunxiao here to buy a farm to grow cotton, and he still felt a sense of pressure in his heart. Now that the cotton is growing well and he can make money, he naturally feels relaxed and happy. He wonders how much he can grow this time.
"Brother Mingli, I already have many buyers over there. You'd better hurry up and harvest this cotton. I'll give you a flat price this year, 100 coins per pound. When you've harvested the cotton, please let me know and I'll have someone come over to transport it directly."
"100 Wen?" Yan Mingli couldn't believe it. "You're offering such a high price!"
"The cotton price has been good these past two years, so I can't squeeze you." Chun Xiao smiled. "That's the price. Remember to let me know when you've collected it."
Seeing Yan Mingli standing in a daze in the field, she smiled and went to her own farm. The village's decision must be wise. With these 200 acres of cotton fields, the entire village would have a place to stay next year.
Although there were more than 20 people on Xingfu's side, it was barely enough. Chunxiao once again reminded her not to go to the fields. If she was worried that she would be too busy, she could go to the village to hire people. She didn't need these few taels of silver.
Zhao An has come over and helps Zhao Shitou work in the cotton field every day. He has become a lot darker, but also a lot stronger than before. He is no longer a frail little boy.
Yan Dashan and his companions returned as early as the beginning of August. They had indeed found a piece of land in Sanchuan, but the owner of the farm insisted on waiting until the harvest in September to discuss the matter. After several days of trying without success, they had no choice but to return. After all, cotton harvesting was a big deal, and several groups of buyers had already gone to his place.
One day in mid-August, Chunxiao was dealing with several cotton purchasing merchants when Yang Huaitian came to find her. She left him to Meiman and Chunliu and took Yang Huaitian back to the yard.
"Aunt!" He seemed a little uncomfortable and refused to sit down even when Chunxiao asked him to.
"What's wrong? Did you encounter any difficulties and want your aunt to help you? Tell me, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to guess."
"Aunt, I, I want to transport some cotton to sell outside." It took him a long time to say this.
"You want to sell cotton?" Chun Xiao immediately understood what he meant. "You want Auntie to give you some cotton, right?"
Yang Huaitian looked up at her, his ears reddening, "Yes, it's just that I only have twenty or thirty taels of silver. The money is not enough, so I want to buy some on credit from my aunt."
Chun Xiao smiled at his expression and asked, "How much do you want?"
"5,000 jin." Although he was embarrassed, his voice was decisive. This was a rare opportunity for him to make money. Although it was embarrassing, he really didn't want to miss it.
"5,000 jin? Only 5,000 jin?"
"Let's start with 5,000 kilograms. I can't transport more than that. Auntie, I will definitely pay you back as soon as I make money."
Chunxiao also knew that cotton was a sure-win business nowadays, so it didn't matter who he sold it to, especially since he was half his own.
"Okay, come and pick it up tomorrow. Auntie will have someone prepare it for you." Chunxiao readily gave him 5,000 kilograms of cotton on credit.
Yang Huaitian was overjoyed. He bowed twice to Chunxiao and went back to arrange the transportation of cotton.
By the end of August, most of Chunxiao's cotton had been sold, and all the goods from Yunzhou companies had been delivered.
Those who didn't buy any cotton were very anxious when they saw the cotton being taken away by convoys. They came to report every day, sometimes in the morning and again in the afternoon. Meiman was a little scared when she saw them.
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