The soldiers and family members guarding the city breathed a sigh of relief, and began to whisper to each other, and they also had a small calculation in their heads, is it worth planting and harvesting a pound of cotton for six yuan?

Although they have not grown cotton plants, some of them have seen it, and they can compare it with other crops. For example, the price of rice in Chang'an is about 15 to 20 wen per bucket, and a bucket of rice is about six catties.

"It can't be counted like this, cotton, like catkins, has no weight, and I am afraid that an acre of land will not produce many catties."

This sentence woke them up, yes, only by knowing the average yield per mu of cotton, can they know whether it is cost-effective to work hard for a year.

Li Siye stood at the door of the grass hall with his hands in his sleeves, showing a look of seeing through everything, waiting for everyone to ask questions.

"Li Yuanjun, what is the yield of one mu of cotton? If we spend a year planting, is it worth it?"

Li Siye smiled knowingly, nodded and said: "I don't know what the yield of cotton per mu is, but I have found you a Persian expert who understands cotton from Qiuzi, you can ask him any questions, and I will also ask him about how to sow seeds."

"Sukh, come out!"

"Suhrab!" Li Siye asked Yu Gou angrily: "Where is this Persian beard?"

"It's coming, it's coming," Suhe said as he dragged his white robe, raised his arm and panted, "I just went to the hut."

Li Siye didn't care about his absence, stretched out his hand to put his arm around his shoulders and said to the soldiers: "This is an expert in cotton planting, ask him if you have anything."

A lady was the first to ask: "How many catties of cotton can be produced on average per mu?"

Su He's Central Plains official dialect was correct and round, and gently preached to the people: "One mu of high-grade fields can produce about 600 catties, one mu of medium fields can produce about 500 catties, and one acre of inferior fields can produce about 400 catties." Today, I came to guard the city and passed by the fields cultivated by everyone to take a look, and the land of the green ridge is fertile, and it should be regarded as a medium field. ”

The soldiers began to whisper again, if the guards used the price of one catty and six yuan to buy, the income of one mu was about three thousand yuan, and each of them cultivated five or six acres of land, and in a year, they could get more than ten thousand yuan, enough to buy an adult camel.

"We planted! Li Yuanjun, where are the seeds?"

The mood of the masses is very high, they are stationed in the green mountains all the year round, and the annual salary is less than 5,000 yuan, if they can get such an income, won't the standard of living come up, if they want to eat meat, they can drink if they want to drink, and they can do whatever they want. Even if he is buried in the bitter cold place of Green Ridge, there are no complaints.

A better prospect awaited them, the capable ladies of these acres of cotton fields could take care of them, and the husbands could take over the task of escorting the caravan issued by the envoys, and if they continued in this way, they would soon become rich men in the Anxi army.

Li Siye waved his hand at the soldiers: "Later, everyone will go to Lord Yu to register, and then receive the seeds, when to sow them, and how to sow them, you can ask Su He."

Sukh was stunned by this scene, and as a Persian merchant, he bought cotton and sold it to the hands of the family handmade carpet mill. The price in his off-peak season is generally around seven to eight yuan, and Li Siye directly set the price at six yuan, and the profit margin is greater than his own!

If Li Siye robbed his own business and sold cotton to the hands of the family workshop, how could he, a Qiuzi cotton merchant, live?

The business of being an official is really ruthless, and he does not give others a way to live at all.

Thinking of this, Suhrab's intestines were about to turn green. Knowing this, even if Li Siye put the knife on his neck, he would not come over to help him guide him in planting cotton, isn't this equivalent to selling himself to help others count the money?

No, we have to find a way, we can't let them grow cotton, at least let them reduce their production or even stop it, and one less murderous competitor will have their business guaranteed.

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I can't let the shrewd Li Shou capture envoy see that if he knows that he did it, his Persian head will have to move.

Su He's face was sad and sullen, and he was thinking about how he could hide from Li Siye. Otherwise? Tell the soldiers and men who are guarding the Green Ridge that they will plant a month late?

The light level of the green ridge is very good, but the warm period of the year is four months, and the planting time must be strictly controlled, as long as the planting is delayed for so a month, and the boll setting period is just frosty, and the cotton bolls are frozen, how can cotton be born?

That's right, hehe, even if Li Siye asks him at that time, he can make this small mistake under the pretext of not understanding the climatic characteristics of the Green Mountains, he won't use the knife, right?

However, after fooling this year, what will he do next year? Once a normal person loses blood, he will never touch this thing again in the future, but is this Li Siye a normal person? It's hard to say.

Standing in the crowd in a frustrated manner, Suhrab mechanically answering the jubilant soldiers' questions, like a groundhog who has just woken up from hibernation, wonders where life is headed.

"Su Lang, what is the plant spacing of cotton, can it be planted a little denser? Will it affect the yield?"

"Uh, no, no, yes, try to be a little sparse, the distance between the plants is about the length of a palm."

"Su Lang, can you plant it tomorrow? You're going to have to go to my field first. ”

A lady stood beside the tall Persian, rubbing her elbows against his waist.

"Yes, ah! No, you can't!"

His voice suddenly increased a little, as if he had been stung by a scorpion, lowered his head and said with a solemn expression: "You must not plant tomorrow, the temperature is too low, the seeds are not easy to germinate, you need to wait until May, everyone remembers, you can plant in May!"

Li Siye walked out of the grass hall, and inadvertently glanced at Suhrab through the crowd, and had some doubts in his heart, this Persian bearded man was not in good spirits, like he had just lost his soul, what happened?

When they first entered the city, although Suhe seemed to be in a bad mood, he was not as depressed as he is now, what happened to him? Is it because you miss the Persian beauties at home? He really can't understand this Persian brain circuit.

Whatever, as long as he teaches me honestly, it's a big deal to let him go back and reunite with the ladies as soon as possible.

When he returned to the grass hall again, he turned his head and saw the soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the hall, and subconsciously asked, "Have you received the seeds?"

The soldier replied, "No."

Li Siye asked solemnly: "Why don't you go and get it, it's about to be cultivated."

"It's early! Suherang said that the temperature in April was not enough for the seeds to germinate, and that they would have to wait until May to plant. ”

"Huh?"

Li Siye raised his eyebrows and paced back and forth in the grass hall, calculating the climatic characteristics of the green ridge and the length of the warm weather month. The advantage of high altitude is that there is plenty of light, and the disadvantage is that the warmer months are short. Although he doesn't understand cotton, he also knows that most crops are sown in March and April, so what the hell is it to sow in May?

Why didn't Su He give up just now? Could it be that the thought of playing me like a monkey makes you so excited?

He sat back down in front of the central wall of the grass hall, untied the horizontal knife from his waist, drew the blade and placed it in front of the half-legged case, and shouted outside, "Someone! Call me that Persian beard!"