Wang Qifang is no stranger to cotton. In her previous life, she had a college classmate who grew up in Xinjiang, and that classmate's parents contracted a large plot of land to grow cotton. I remember that at that time, her classmates talked about her painful experience of picking cotton under the big sun, and she listened to it with relish, and specially asked her classmates to take photos to observe.

The clumps of white clouds in front of me were clean and fluffy, and the plump cotton bolls cracked arbitrarily to form five-petaled small white flowers, just like the cotton fields planted at the classmates' homes. Oh no, it should be said that it is whiter, the flowers are more stretched, and the breeze blows, swaying on the branches.

"Hehe, this world is really a crazy world, even the cotton that was planted in a large area in the Yuan Dynasty was made out early," Wang Qifang happily walked to the cotton bushes, gently picked one of them, and twisted her index finger and thumb finely, tasting the delicate and flexible feeling that she had not seen for a long time, "Although the brocade is gorgeous and noble, it is more comfortable to wear it close to the body." Hmm, great, finally have cotton underwear to wear in the future......"

If it weren't for her physical condition, Wang Qifang really wanted to pounce in the cotton bushes and have a good intimate contact with the lovely cotton flowers. What's even more exciting is the value of cotton, where are these little white flowers in front of you are flowers, they are simply shining gold ingots.

True, in the Great Zhou cotton was much more valuable than gold and silver. Unlike the glass that also came out of butterflies, although cotton was brought from Gaochang Kingdom by a certain senior, it did not spread for a long time.

At that time, the senior who was suspected of crossing was also a businessman, but he was not a Confucian merchant certified by the Confucian Chamber of Commerce. He got the information from somewhere, saying that he had cotton in the distant Gaochang state, and he took the opportunity of personally leading a caravan to the Western Regions to run a business, and brought back a large number of cotton seeds. After bringing back the seeds, the merchant bought large tracts of land and hired dozens of farmers to grow and promote cotton on a large scale.

Soon after, a large number of sturdy, beautifully printed cotton cloths were produced, which became famous. It also made this kind of crop, which was used as an ornamental flower in Gaochang Kingdom, become a cash cow, bringing unimaginable wealth to the businessman.

The rolling wealth finally attracted the attention of the nobles of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the high-level officials of the Confucian Chamber of Commerce, and people from all walks of life were stunned and red-eyed by the cotton that was making money every day, and they ran to the businessman to talk about "cooperation". Hey, where is cooperation, it's clear that it's a bully who is forced to divide interests. Driven by huge interests, the merchant flatly refused, so he soon became Shen Wansan of the Great Zhou.

What's even more regrettable is that his ending is not as good as Shen Wansan, although Shen Wansan of the Ming Dynasty lost his family wealth, at least his life was saved. But what about Shen Wansan in Da Zhou, not only was his family property confiscated, the cotton plantation was confiscated, and even the lives of the family were lost.

Later, the cotton plantation changed hands, and when the cotton was about to be harvested, a fire broke out inexplicably, and hundreds of acres of cotton were burned. The last jar of seeds disappeared, making cotton a scarcer than gold.

At the same time, the Great Zhou and Gaochang also became enemy states, and the two sides continued to have friction, and sometimes there were small-scale armed conflicts. The border is unstable, the trade route is cut off, and if you want to go to Gaochang to get cotton, you basically have to exchange your life. Therefore, after that, in the Great Zhou, only some privileged classes secretly transported back a small amount of cotton seeds during the war, and of course the price was extremely expensive.

As a result, the cotton and cotton cloth that were in stock in the past have become sought-after goods, which are simply priceless in the market, and if you don't have enough identity and family background, you can't buy it with silver.

Therefore, since then, cotton cloth and cotton fabrics have become status symbols, and if any family has a cotton cloth or a fine cotton garment, it is definitely a family, or at least a family that has an irreversible relationship with the family.

Thinking of the residual impression in her memory, Wang Qifang's excitement suddenly fell. Alas, how could she have forgotten that if cotton was really as precious as the story told by the nurse, she would not be able to keep the cotton plantation with her current identity and situation. In addition, if she leaves the Zhao family one day, it is very likely that the cotton will change from a cash cow to a life talisman, and she will also follow the old path of that senior.

"Are you watching the gold ingots fly away from your eyes?"

Wang Qifang sat on the ridge with a wistful ass, looking up at the small white flowers swaying around in a daze. Annoying? Or do you want money? The answer, of course, is the former.

Make a choice without a doubt, Wang Qifang sighed faintly. Her future is uncertain now, and it is better to be more steady. However, she can't make a fortune with cotton, but at least she can improve her life and her children's lives.

Well, let's buy a Zhuangzi first and hide and recuperate. After seven months and she gave birth to the baby safely, after making a final decision, let's make plans.

Thinking about it like this, Wang Qifang's pain of not being able to earn money was much soothed, she raised her eyes and looked at the sun, and found that the time was not early, and it was estimated that Mama Zhao would be back soon, so she patted her ass and got up, and returned to the small courtyard outside with a small half bucket of spring water.

In the courtyard, Wang Qifang sat on the stone bench under the tree, poured a pot of hot tea boiled with spring water, and planned on the stone table with a piece of stone: Well, at the current market price, buying a grange of fifty acres should not exceed two hundred taels. En, plus two maids, two strong men, by the way, there are a few strong and strong nursing homes, two or four, well, four is safer, buy eight people, it shouldn't be more than eighty taels, right?!

Wang Qifang muttered to herself, gesturing left and right in her hand, and on the stone table, there were shallow scratches all over the horizontal.

At this time, several cries for help were heard in the distance of the courtyard:

"Oh no! Let's go to the water! ”

"Everyone, be careful, the burning of the wasteland has come to us!"

"Walk the water, walk the water! Run, everybody! ”

Flow? Isn't walking in the water a fire!

God, where is the fire? Wang Qifang hurriedly stood up, climbed onto the table on the stone bench, and searched for the source of the sound on tiptoe. Not far away, in mid-air, billowing black smoke was torn apart by the wind, but the smell of burning in the air wafted from afar.

"Whew, it's good that Qingyuan Villa is not on fire!"

Wang Qifang put her right hand on her eyebrows, looked at it for a while, and saw that the fire was far away from her yard, so she got down from the table and sat back on the stone bench with confidence.

"Wait, Mama Zhao said that she was going to find a young man surnamed Chen, it seems that he is in Chenjiazhuang or Chenjia Village, and said that it is not far from Qingyuan Villa, well, it shouldn't be the Zhuangzi on fire?!"

PS: Roar, it's finally on the list, thank you Angel ~ Scale, Wutong Zhiyu 2010 two gifts from the pro, thank you for your support, that, a certain Sa still wants to hang around on the new book list for two days, and with your support, good?!