Yan Bingfa was very surprised when he heard this. "Chunxiao, when did you start thinking this way?"
"Over the past two days, the villagers have already had a hard time, and now this has made things even worse. I don't have a lot of kindness, but if I can get the villagers to be kind to my family, then I can give it a try. But the prerequisite is that they must be willing."
"I think Chunxiao's idea is feasible. Cotton has always been easy to sell. We at Chunxiao can increase cotton production. If everyone follows suit and plants cotton, the harvest will double, and we can also make a profit from selling cotton."
“I think this is feasible.”
"It's hard to say whether the villagers are willing to sign the contract, and not everyone is necessarily willing."
"I think this is a good thing. We've gotten a head start on the spring plowing. The village will start plowing in two days. If you really want to do this, I'm afraid I'll have to go find the village head and ask him to come forward and tell him."
"How about Dad, you can go find the village head later and see if this is feasible. Let's listen to his opinion first. If the village head is not optimistic, then forget it. There's no need to waste time on this."
"I'll go right away." Yan Bingfa put on his straw raincoat and bamboo hat. "Think about how to explain the details to the villagers."
As soon as Yan Bangfa left, Tian came over and said, "Little sister, if everyone in the village can grow it, can my family do it too? I'll ask them to sign a contract and sell the cotton to us, just like they do in our village. What do you think?" Tian was making money by relying on the high yield of cotton. It was a sure-win business.
"Sister-in-law, this is of course possible. It's not possible for outsiders to do something that our own people can't do."
Tian was very happy. "Okay, I'll take some time to go back in the next two days. I still have the cotton seeds from the two acres of land. It's enough."
Chunxiao looked at Yan Dahe again, "Where's my second sister-in-law?"
"I'll go back and ask her. I'm really unsure about her family's affairs."
About an hour later, Yan Bangfa came back, along with the village head and his eldest son.
Zhou hurriedly brought stools for them to sit on.
"Look, your clean flagstones have been soiled by our muddy feet. It's better to pave them with flagstones here."
"The ground is for people to walk on, right? Come on, sit inside."
The Chunxiao Gang was hanging up their raincoats aside. "I'll ask my dad to go get your opinion. Why did he take you out on such a rainy day? It's such a long way."
Zhou poured a cup of hot water for each of them.
The village head patted the water droplets off his clothes and said, "It's okay, it's okay. What your father said is a big deal. I have to come here no matter what." He looked at Chunxiao with a serious look in his eyes. "Chunxiao, I just want to ask you one thing. How many kilograms of cotton did you harvest per acre this year? Everyone in the village is guessing about this, and no one has ever said anything before. I asked your father, but he hesitated. I know this is on your side."
Now their money has long been exposed. Since the villagers are involved, this matter cannot be concealed. Chunxiao poured a glass of water, "300 kilograms."
Yan Mingli opened his mouth for a long time without saying anything.
"Really?" The headman's hand holding the water was shaking a little. He supported it with his other hand and put the cup on the table. "It's really 300 kilograms." Many years ago, some people in the village also planted cotton, but the annual harvest was less than 100 kilograms. After deducting the tax, there was not much left. Moreover, cotton was more troublesome to take care of than grain, so gradually no one planted it anymore.
"Village head, Chunxiao is telling the truth. We used to sell several large truckloads of them. Why would we lie to you?"
Yan Bingfa also nodded.
"Chunxiao, you're amazing! 300 catties, at 50 wen per catty, you can get 15 taels from this mu of land. With this kind of income, who would still want to grow crops? The harvest from one mu of land can buy a lot of food." Yan Mingli looked at his father excitedly, "Dad, dad, let's use all our land to grow cotton. We'll make a lot of money from that."
"We need to plant food too." Chunxiao reminded them hastily, fearing they might go too far. "Food is getting more and more expensive out there these days. The war is going on, and there are so many unexpected events. Having food at home won't worry us. It's better to maintain a balance."
The village head nodded repeatedly, "Chunxiao is right. You haven't seen the famine years. The days when you couldn't buy food even if you had money were miserable."
"That's right. What we are talking about today, do you think it is feasible if the villagers are involved?"
"It's feasible, of course it's feasible." He looked at the sky outside. "If the rain subsides or stops later, I'll mobilize the villagers. I'll have any families willing to come to you. If you need help coordinating, just come to me. This is a good thing, a great thing. Is it limited to our village? What about the women in the village who are from their own families or those who have married out?"
"Let's just talk about our village. If there are many people, we will have to observe how the crops are grown. If we grow a lot, we will have to slowly figure out how to sell them. For now, for those who are not from this village, we can forget about them except for those we allow." If the technology was spread to other villages from the beginning, it would be hard to say whether it could be preserved.
"Okay, I'll definitely pass this on. Um, since we're here, if you want to sign any contract, just write one and I'll put your fingerprint on it. I'll also write a copy for Mingze and I'll take it back for him to put his fingerprint on it."
The two sons of the village head have separated, and he lives with the eldest son. Since he is the village head, he is naturally not counted as a conscript. He is one of the rare families in the village with no missing members.
"Now?" Chun Xiao hadn't expected them to sign right now. "I'm not ready yet. How about tomorrow?"
"It's raining outside now, and we don't have anything else to do. How about you write one now? If I tell this to the village, I'm afraid someone will come right away. You'd better prepare early. How about you read it and I write it for you?"
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