Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

cotton......

Fabric woven from cotton!

When they thought about what they had just said in the restaurant, they wished they could bury their heads in the ground!

What should I do? My face hurts...

Their faces flushed with embarrassment. They looked around and only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that no one was looking at them.

"That's not grass! It's rice!"

At this moment, everyone came back to their senses and stared at the painting with their mouths wide open. To be honest, if it weren't for the line of words next to it, it would be hard for others to believe that the painting was of rice.

Some people secretly complained: Your Majesty's painting skills are really...

Some people didn't believe it and questioned: "Thousands of catties! How can a mu of rice produce a thousand catties?..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he shuddered as if he had thought of something and shut his mouth.

How dare you question the emperor when you are at his feet?

But he was definitely not the only one who did not believe it. It could be said that most of the people present did not dare to believe the authenticity of the information on the notice at this time, and they just kept their mouths shut.

The yield of 1,000 kilograms of rice and cotton cloth per mu was really horrifying and far beyond their understanding.

Just like what the warrior said just now, if the rice yield per acre was only 500 kilograms, they might be shocked for a moment and then believe it.

After all, for the original 200 kilograms per mu, 500 kilograms is just doubled, but 1,000 kilograms is far more than doubled...

Most of those who can settle down in Shangjing City are not stupid. They know clearly what a grain yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu means.

Even if the grain was not rice, but corn or wheat which is inferior to rice, the shock it brought to the crowd would not be diminished at all.

Just because it is a kind of grain, and because it produces 1,000 kilograms per mu, it can solve the problem of food and clothing for most of the people in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If the policy is appropriate, perhaps no one in the entire Great Zhou will go hungry again.

In the previous Great Zhou Dynasty, there were poor harvests every year. Either the east was hungry or the west was suffering. If there really was a grain yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu...

They dare not think about it.

That will be a Great Zhou that no one has ever seen.

Someone with a clear mind murmured, "This notice was written by the emperor himself and posted by the Jingzhao Yin. This... must be true."

"In my opinion, it might be true. After all, the adults' carriages have just set off from Zhuque Street, and the emperor's words are golden, so how can they be false?" Someone echoed. He has always respected the emperor very much. As long as the emperor wrote it in person, he would believe it without any reason.

With these two people taking the lead, the crowd instantly became excited.

"Then in the future, won't our Great Zhou be covered with rice? And won't we no longer need silver to eat rice?"

"What are you thinking? If we have too much rice to eat, why don't we sell it to other countries? Why should we give it to you for free?"

"Everyone, everyone! There's more than just rice on this notice!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and suddenly remembered that the line of small words also wrote an object: cotton cloth.

Some sharp-eyed people immediately set their eyes on the piece of "rag" they had just mentioned.

This piece of "rag" was only the size of an adult's finger. If you didn't look carefully, you would mistake it for a rag that Jingzhao Yin accidentally stuck on.

"That's cotton cloth made from cotton!"

"My good friend who is a trader abroad told me that cotton is abundant in the west of our Great Zhou and is worthless. Now that someone has woven cotton cloth, won't we be able to wear cheap and comfortable clothes?"

Everyone looked at each other after hearing this, and unconsciously raised their hands to touch their clothes - they were still a little prickly.

Although Shangjing was wealthy, most of the ordinary people in the capital wore clothes made of fine cotton and linen, silk and satin. Even though they had money, they were reluctant to wear it on weekdays.

Someone looked at the piece of cotton cloth on the notice with shining eyes and asked, "Isn't the cotton cloth woven from cotton as soft as cotton? Can we touch it?"

As soon as he said this, he was looked at with disdain by many people.

Even though the cotton cloth seemed to stick firmly to the ground, it was only a small piece after all. Everyone would touch it. If it fell off, who would be responsible?

So even though everyone was itching to touch the piece of cotton cloth, no one dared to touch it.

A child in the crowd asked, "Cotton? Can it fill your stomach like rice? Why are you so excited?"

Everyone looked at him with contempt when they heard this. Is this kid really a young master who has never done any housework? How could he not even recognize these fabrics?

An old man stroked his beard and explained to the child, "My dear young man, I see that you are wearing fine silk and satin, so you should have no worries about food and clothing. Of course, I don't know these common fabrics, but ordinary people like me usually wear ordinary linen and cotton. Now in our Great Zhou, there is no loom that can weave cotton cloth."

Facing the child, he felt like he was teaching someone, and continued, "But now that the emperor has posted this piece of cotton cloth, it is to tell us that someone has built a loom that can weave cotton cloth!"

The old man's words suddenly reminded everyone of the key point that they had just overlooked.

That’s where these two objects come from.

Liuyang Prefecture, Tongan County, new female Jinshi, Shen Zheng!

"Is it a female official?! How could she be such a capable woman?" a man screamed in surprise, and when others were about to agree, they saw this man being grabbed by the ears.

"So what if you're a woman? I'm not a woman. I've been married to you for ten years and even gave birth to a lovely and well-behaved daughter. I never thought you would be such a narrow-minded person. Come on! Come home with me, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

The man was tall, but his petite wife pulled his ears and he grimaced in pain.

He tilted his head and was pulled out of the crowd by his wife, begging for mercy: "Wife, wife, we are outside, please save some face for your husband!"

Upon hearing this, his wife not only did not give him any face, but instead used even more force.

"Face? You questioned the female scholar chosen by the emperor in public. Are you giving her face? At this point, don't talk about face with me! Your mother raised you with great difficulty. Do you want her to have trouble in her grave by saying this? Come back with me and kneel down in front of my mother-in-law's tablet!"

The men in the crowd stood there in a daze as they listened to the woman's rhetorical words.

Although her words were harsh, they were all very reasonable.

First, the political achievements made by the female officials appointed by the emperor are not something they can question.

Second, although they are men, if there were no women, where would they be? If there were no women, how could they have a happy family?

The men were ashamed and shut their mouths. Some of them who were dissatisfied did not dare to say anything more after seeing the fierce look of the woman just now.

If there are still female heroes hiding among the crowd, they will have a hard time.

The women in the crowd immediately felt proud and applauded the woman's back.

Very well said, it reflects exactly what they were thinking.

Then the women raised their heads and squeezed to the front. The men did not dare to say a word and silently made way for them.

They looked up at the notice in front of them, silently chewing on the small words, with admiration and yearning in their eyes.

The new female Jinshi, Shen Zheng.

They seemed to have some different goals.