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Chapter 309 I Call It Cotton



Chapter 309 I Call It Cotton

Chapter 309 I Call It Cotton

Song Changshang shook his head, "It's not dad, I'll go upstairs and get it for you, take a look." He said and got up and went up to the second floor.

He took the two cloth bags he had prepared, "Dad, this is what you see." Song Shangshang took out a ball of cotton from the cloth bag and showed it to Song Yuanbai.

Song Yuanbai took the thing and rubbed it in his hands. It was soft, thicker than kapok, and rougher than cashmere. "What is this?"

"Father, I call it cotton!" Song Shangshang replied, and then took out a handful of seeds from another cloth bag, "Father, look, these are its seeds."

Song Yuanbai took the seeds and looked at them, then looked at her, "Daughter, where did you get these things?"

After hearing her father Song Yuanbai's question, Song Shangshang smiled, "Father, I found the cotton in the depths of Mao'er Mountain. As for the seeds, I bought them from the merchants of Fanbang."

"Maybe that person didn't know that it was the seed of this plant, so he told me it was the seed of a flower."

"I just bought it, Dad, do you know? I saw a large piece of this cotton in the back mountain, scattered about two acres of land. I think the fruit of this plant is very similar to kapok, that kapok It can keep warm, and the fruit of this plant can also keep warm, I picked some back at that time, sorted it out and made it into a vest."

Hearing this, Song Yuanbai couldn't help but ask, "And then, can it keep warm?" Song Shangshang smiled, "Of course, the vest you are wearing now is made of the fruit of that plant."

Hearing this, Song Yuanbai understood his daughter's intentions, "You want to take over all the land in Qingshuigou and plant this plant, right? Then in autumn, when the fruits are harvested, make them into quilts or buy them separately."

"Right?"

Song Shangshang nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Those who know me are my father!"

"Stop talking." Song Yuanbai didn't like this, "Daughter, we don't know how many catties of fruit this thing can produce per acre, can we try growing it in the backyard first?"

"Don't acquire so much land." The land in Qingshuigou is still wasteland. If they contract all the land in the clan this year, the job of reclaiming the wasteland will fall to them.

It is estimated that those people in the clan will give up.

"Father, the sofa cushions in our house are all covered with this cotton. I picked less than one-tenth of an acre of cotton wool. No, it's not even one-tenth."

Song Shangshang explained aloud that her father believed what she said, thinking that she was picked on the back mountain.

Where was it picked by Houshan? It was obviously bought in the system mall, and the seeds were also in the system mall.

There is no plant like cotton in this time and space.

All the rhetoric just now was her nonsense, but she is not afraid of her father's surprise inspection.

Because she went to the depths of Maoer Mountain before it snowed, found an open space and sowed about four or five catties of cotton seeds, so that it will grow cotton next spring.

It's not easy to make a lie!

Song Shangshang continued, "Father, I think that if I picked all the cotton on the back mountain, I guess it would have weighed a thousand catties, but there would be more than one piece."

"You said that two acres of land can produce a thousand catties of cotton fruit?" Song Yuanbai couldn't believe it, "Is there that much?"

What is the concept of a thousand catties?This means almost catties of cotton per mu of land!

In the Zhou Dynasty, the yield of one mu of land was less than 380 catties, and one mu of land could produce almost catties, with a maximum yield of catties.

There is no five hundred catties.

Song Shangshang scratched his head, "Father, if I can still lie to you, just trust me."

Her statement of five hundred catties per mu is conservative.

(End of this chapter)


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