Tianhao shrugged: "That's your freedom. If you think I'm not a good customer, you can find someone else. For example, the Lion Clan and the Tiger Clan, there are many people and there is a great demand for fabric."

As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed to the open door: "I won't stop you."

Fuquan's anger lasted less than two minutes.

He didn't take a step or leave.

Calmness and soberness gradually calmed down the flames of anger. He heard that Tianhao was not joking, nor did he make fun of it on purpose.

People who always keep their sane will always think of more.

In terms of livingability, the comprehensive environment near Zuosuozhai is actually very good. Although the river occasionally cuts off in summer, the chance of occurrence is not high. Droughts of this level are even rarer this year. There are large areas of flat farming areas around the village. Every year during the rainy season, the river water will bring a lot of humus from the upstream, and stack up layer by layer, and the land will naturally become fertile.

But from the perspective of location, Zuosuozhai seems quite embarrassing: it happens to be located on the border between the deer tribe and the cow tribe, and it is long to travel around the other deer tribes. It takes a lot of time to travel around and a lot of time, which is extremely inconvenient.

The ruler's decisions are very important, and they are directly related to the life and death of the territory.

Two years ago, 60% of the land in Zuosuo Village was used to grow cotton. Fuquan was very sure of this, and in fact it was the case. Including Panshi Village at that time, all nearby tribes and cities needed cotton. In order to survive the cold winter, they were willing to give out a large amount of grain for exchange, and the prices naturally rose.

That year, the villagers of Zuosuozhai were very full, and almost every woman in every household was pregnant. Only men with full stomachs had the strength and were willing to spend time and energy on women.

The highly encouraged Fuquan ordered last year that all the land in the village should be used to grow cotton. He felt that there should be no problem doing this. The high price of cotton cloth determines that this is the seller's market. Especially in winter, keeping cold is the top priority.

Reality once again proved the gap with imagination: in the past winter, only two-thirds of the cotton cloth accumulated in Zuosuozhai was sold. Although it had enough food, the large amount of fabric accumulated in the warehouse made Fuquan worried. Coupled with the news of Panshi City's large-scale road construction to the Lu tribe's territory, he felt a stronger sense of crisis.

Some questions that had never been thought of before exploded in Fuquan's mind like bombs.

Panshi City has successively accommodated tens of thousands of pig people. Could it be that they are not wearing clothes?

Even if the Pig tribe is born strong, with thick skin and thick flesh and not afraid of the cold, and can survive the winter with physical fitness alone, what should I do in summer? Are I still working naked and naked?

It’s okay for men, but what about women?

Fuquan turned around slowly and secretly glanced at Tianhao, his eyes shaking a little. He swallowed hard, and asked uncertainly and tentatively: "Ahao...you...you really don't need cotton?"

Tianhao looked at Fuquan meaningfully, raised his hand and pointed to the chair: "Sit down and talk!"

Fuquan sat down again with questions, which was helpless. Although the man's dignity told him to stand up immediately and pat his butt and leave, reason did not allow this.

"Of course I want cotton cloth. But your asking price is too high." Tianhao said it very directly: "It is equivalent to two-thirds of the price last year. If you don't believe it, you can go to other villages to ask and you will know."

"Other villages?" Fuquan's uneasiness became more and more intense: "Have you joined forces with them?"

Tianhao laughed: "You actually caused all this. What does it have to do with us?"

"What did you say?...What do you mean?" Fuquan felt even more confused.

Tianhao had already fully expected his thoughts: "Come with me and show you something."

The two left the hall one after another and walked outside. People came and went, and Fuquan was so envious that he kept exclaiming, feeling that this level of prosperity was no less than that of Muluo City. People around him bent down to Tianhao and followed him, Fuquan felt like he was following a real big man.

There is a tall tower directly in front of it. Large pieces of stone are piled up into a base, and four sides of fifty meters long form a square. The tower is hundreds of meters high. Only in this way can it meet the warning requirements and correspond to the huge figure of the barbarians far exceeding the humans in the civilized era.

Taking a step and walking up the steps inside the tower, Fuquan saw that the layered building had an amazing thickness, with small rooms divided by metal wall panels inside. Going to the third floor, he saw a series of heavy crossbows with amazing power in the attack position.

"There are food and water stored here, as well as a large number of bows and arrows. In an emergency, as long as the gate below is locked, no one can attack. Only when standing high can you shoot far. No matter who attacks this city, you must pay an extremely heavy price." Tianhao explained casually.

When he came to Panshi Village before, Fuquan had seen such a tower. He knew that it was a defensive facility specially built to deal with war, but he never thought that the tower was so powerful.

"This is a forbidden area in the city. Apart from the guards, there are people who have my permission, and no one can come in." Tianhao's expression was relaxed, with a smile: "If someone wants to sneak in and see what happened, I will cut off his head and hang it on the wall. Haha... a very good decoration."

For a moment, Fuquan responded speechlessly.

Soon, I climbed to the top of the tower.

The eyes are open.

When he was on the stairs before, Fuquan knew that he was about to see a spectacular and vast scene. He had climbed a very high mountain and looked down at the vast land, and had the excitement and shock of his heart. He felt that this was Tianhao's intentional use of power, allowing himself to witness the visual stimulation of the entire city's income with his own eyes. After all, "power" is always associated with words such as grand, magnificent, and vast, with extraordinary results.

This city is not as big as Fu Quan imagined, especially when he stood at such a height and looked down, various buildings became shorter and densely populated on the streets became sparse. It is not difficult to understand: 40,000 people sounded a lot, but according to the standards of the civilized era, it was at most a small county town.

Tianhao raised his hand and pointed to the distance to the north.

With his guidance, Fuquan saw a vast land under the clear sky. He passed the outer defense zone of the city under his feet. The fields were crisscrossing in the distance, full of vibrant green. The soft sun shrouded the earth. Just after a shower in the morning, the wet air was refracted, and the beautiful halo released a beautiful picture.

Fuquan couldn't help but open his mouth and widen his eyes.

There are wheat fields everywhere, and the crops in the fields are in a vigorous growth period, green, like a thick velvet blanket covering the ground. The size of the area completely subverts Fuquan's understanding and understanding of the word "cultivation". He never thought that human activities could reach such a terrifying scale... no, it should be said to be a terrifying scale. I feel that the whole world cannot see other landscapes at all, and everything is occupied by wheat fields.

Next to him, Tianhao's voice was heard.

"The rain this year is good, and there will be a good harvest in autumn. I don't lack food, not to mention forty thousand people, even if this number triples, it will not be a problem. We have fish and the sea is the best farm. As long as this news is released, people will continue to join in. As long as they are given food and a place to live, they will be willing to do things for me and exchange their dream happiness."

"By the way, there is also cotton." As he said that, Tianhao pointed to the farther northwest direction with his finger.

Fuquan is not Superman, and he did not stand thousands of meters away to clearly see an ant. But after all, he has planted cotton for so many years and is very familiar with this crop. Although the scenery in the distance is blurry, the color and general appearance are enough to make him judge that Ming Tianhao has not lie, and that is indeed cotton.

A terrible thorn pierced into Fuquan's heart and he did not lie to me. The cotton planting level of this scale can completely meet the needs of Panshi City.

Only reality can shatter unrealistic fantasies. Fuquan finally understood that Tianhao was not talking nonsense, nor was he forcibly suppressing the price.

"But...you...ahhao, you have planted so many wheat now and have to send people to build roads. Where can you have enough people to spin and weave cloth?" This is the biggest question that lingers in Fuquan's heart. He tried his best to make his tone look confident, which is the only bargaining chip left at the moment.

Tianhao smiled sly: "Do you think the textile technology of the deer tribe is really a secret that you guessed?"

Fuquan felt his heart was experiencing a low temperature and suddenly tightened: "You mean, the captives you caught when the king sent troops to attack last time?"

"That's only a small part." Tianhao's tone was calm and mocking: "For many years, tribes have been inquiring about each other's secrets. As far as I know, the loom of the deer tribe had leaked 50 years ago. The tiger tribe, lion tribe, cattle tribe, eagle tribe... Almost all tribes have imitated it. Your management of cotton is far less strict than the lion tribe's potatoes. A large number of seeds flow out, and it only takes a few years to get a large-scale cotton field. My words may be a bit unpleasant, but the king of your deer tribe was indeed a fool, the number one idiot in the world. Of course, maybe this was a mistake made by his predecessors, but now it can't be changed, and it's too late to regret it."

"Your current king is very smart. He firmly grasped the process of spinning cotton into cotton thread. Simply put, it is efficiency. All tribes in the entire northern continent recognize that your deer tribe's textile technology is unique in the world, but I know very well that as long as there is enough cotton thread, there is no need to worry about fabrics."

Fuquan stared at Tianhao's face, his cold tone was filled with hatred: "Is this what Lu Qingxi told you?"

"The secret he knows is probably not as clear as mine." Tianhao laughed: "The secret lies in the number of spinning spindles. Under normal circumstances, it is one. Your Lu tribe's machine has been improved and can use more than two spinning spindles at a time, and up to four. This is why all Lu tribe villages transport cotton to the tribe city every year during the harvest season, exchange the corresponding amount of cotton thread, and then transport it back to their respective villages to weave it into fabric. Haha... Brother Fuquan, is I right?"

Fuquan felt that all the power in his body was lost instantly. He staggered back, and finally lost support. He fell heavily on the ground, his face full of depressedness.

"How can you do this...How can you...How can you do this..."

Many people believe that exchanging food with the Lion Clan should be the best choice. But the actual situation is not the case at all. Zuosuozhai is very far from the territory of the Lion Clan, and under normal circumstances it takes eight to nine days. If you use a large truck to transport goods, the speed will be slower. Long-distance transportation will consume a lot of physical energy. As you go back and forth, a lot of food will be wasted on the road.

The food of the lion tribe is not cheap either. Rather than saying that the current Lion King is a smart person, he is a shrewd businessman. The two high-yield crops, corn and potatoes, are not as large as imagined. On the premise of prioritizing the population consumption of the ethnic group, the Lion King would rather leave some land idle or even barren than increase more grain output.

One kilogram of grain can be sold for two pennies or even three pennies (the currency of the lion tribe). Who would be willing to give up profits and be a bad person? Hundreds of people from other tribes starved to death. What does it have to do with me? You should know that maintaining the price of grain is not as simple as saying it. This requires complex overall arrangements and requires straightening out all aspects of problems. As long as the lion tribe always sticks to this rule, hungry people will never have a better choice.

According to this calculation, I went to the Lion Clan to exchange grain, and the final amount I got was far less than that I exchanged from Panshi City.

Of course, this is the result based on the food prices last year.

If the people in Zuosuozhai grow their own grain... regardless of the output, the income will be far less than that in growing cotton, spinning, and weaving cloth.

The farming contradiction between economic crops and basic crops in life is also a major issue that has been discussed over and over again in the civilized era. Fuquan's simple brain is definitely not as good as the experts and scholars at that time, but he has his own simple understanding: the income from growing cotton is higher, which is worse than growing food.

But the problem now is that the cotton cloth produced cannot be sold.

Tianhao would not explain to him the value comparison relationship between raw materials and deep processing. He squatted down and smiled: "Brother Fuquan, why don't we discuss it? I will wrap all the cotton cloths in your Zuosuo Village in the future."

Panshi City needs a lot of cotton cloth every year, and Tianhao cannot take out a lot of land to plant cotton. The reason why he brought Fuquan to the top of the tower to climb high and look far is to give him a heavy blow from the depths of his heart. After all, the area of ​​land planting cotton in Panshi City this year is large, which has exceeded Fuquan's normal logic. In fact, it is far from enough to weave all these cotton into fabrics, but Tianhao is unwilling to waste resources in this regard. In a word, if you can, you can deceive, and if you can, you can deceive.

Fuquan stared at him, his tone was very stiff: "The price you gave is too low."
Chapter completed!