"This year, the cotton in Luo City is in short supply. We can only use it to make a few sets of clothes and winter bed quilts for the Imperial Family," Aunt Zhao said casually as she straightened out Su Ying's robe.
"Luo City's cotton?"
"That's right. Your Imperial Highness may not be aware, but a small portion of Luo City's cotton was carefully selected to be used as tributes and sent directly to the palace. In the previous years, they would send extra cotton of lower quality, but this year, due to the drought in Luo City, cotton production has plummeted. Other than those set aside as tributes, we can only use cotton from other sources as substitutes."
Luo City was a prolific producer of cotton. Su Ying had heard about it when she was in Luo City, but she hadn't thought too much about it.
"How much cotton is produced in Luo City this year?"
