Da Qin: Old Zhao, I am really not a fairy

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The first cotton garment made has also been sent to the research institute.

Zhao Sheng summoned a group of farmers.

Just Xiao He sent people to plant cotton.

In terms of quantity, I am afraid it is far from enough.

The number of cotton clothes produced in the end may only be able to replace the Qin people in Guanzhong with cotton clothes.

It may be difficult to spread it to the whole of Daqin.

Summoned farmers.

Most of them are from Mongolia County.

Since it is not suitable for growing food there, it is better to simply grow cotton.

The Qin people in Mongolian County can use these cottons to trade grain and money.

Growing cotton can also become a regular income for farmers in Mongolian County.

For this reason, Zhao Sheng also deliberately took Yu Ziqi to Mongolia County.

In order to grow cotton, Zhao Sheng put in a lot of painstaking efforts.

I saw that some of the gathered farmers were nomadic herdsmen.

However, upon hearing that the Crown Prince of Daqin was coming, even herdsmen who were not farmers rushed over without stopping.

The purpose is to be able to see the true face of His Highness the Crown Prince.

Zhao Sheng got off his horse and glanced at the farmers present.

Among these farmers in Mongolian County, most of them saw His Royal Highness the real face for the first time.

What they didn't expect was that His Royal Highness looked so young.

The rumored His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has done a lot of big and famous things.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the farmers in front of him, and placed the best-prepared cotton in front of them.

Most of the Qin people in Mongolian County are nomadic people, and they are very courageous.

I saw that one of the herdsmen boldly asked Zhao Sheng in front of him: "His Royal Highness, what is this?"

The novelty cotton immediately attracted everyone's attention.

I was summoned by the magistrate of Mongolian County to tell them to plant something.

In the guess of this group of farmers, it should be growing food.

But after seeing the cotton, they all showed confused expressions.

"His Royal Highness, do you want us to plant flowers?"

The flowers don't look pretty either!

Why do you want to plant it in Mongolia County?

In their hearts, most of the farmers are unwilling to plant such unattractive and useless cotton.

It would be better to put a few more sheep.

Farmers would rather grow some food.

Seeing this cotton, I immediately lost interest.

The Mongolian county magistrate at the side also did not expect that His Royal Highness wanted them to plant this cotton.

The county magistrate of Mongolian County thought it was to grow food.

The county magistrate frowned, and secretly slandered: Shouldn't the rumored His Royal Highness pay attention to people's livelihood?

Not one who grows bouquets for private pleasure!

Could this rumor be false?

For a while, the image of Prince Zhao Sheng was greatly reduced in the eyes of the Mongolian county magistrate.

"His Royal Highness, if you just plant some flowers, I'm afraid..."

Chapter 298

Farmers don't have the leisure to grow flowers.

If His Royal Highness is tough, the peasants will have nothing to say.

Zhao Sheng chuckled lightly and said, "Don't underestimate it. In the future, this cotton will feed most of the Mongolian county!"

Mongolian County is no better than Guanzhong.

It must not be as comfortable as the Qin people in Guanzhong.

When Zhao Sheng focused on business, the gap between the rich and the poor had gradually appeared.

This gap between rich and poor cannot be stopped.

Everyone wants to make money!

Even if you have money, you definitely want more money!

At the same time, he would definitely not be willing to distribute his money to outsiders.

I don't want to put it on anyone!

It is even more impossible for Zhao Sheng to shorten the gap between the rich and the poor in Daqin, so that the rich can get a share of the pie?

What Zhao Sheng can do is to make the poor people in all parts of Daqin rich as much as possible.

The look on the county magistrate's face was intriguing, and he was even more curious about the cotton in his heart.

What is the origin of this cotton, and why can it feed more than half of the Mongolian county?

The farmers were even more puzzled and said, "His Royal Highness, this thing can't be eaten, how can it feed half of the Mongolian county!"

"Don't interrupt!" the county magistrate yelled at the farmers behind him.