One Thousand Fifty-Four: Panzhihua (4)

Feng Zhen tidied up his appearance a little, stepped forward and saluted, "See my lord——"

Despite the madness and chaos in his heart, he is calm and calm on the surface.

Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Zhen with a half-smile.

Today's sun is coming out from the west, how can the bohemian Feng Langzi be so dignified?

Probably because Fengzhen was in such a hurry, Fengzhen hadn't adjusted his breathing rhythm yet.

Fengzhen's cheeks were blown blue by the cold wind, his lips turned blue, his body was not very healthy, he looked weak, helpless and pitiful.

"Before I left, I told you to. You really didn't stay in the barracks well, why did you come here?" Jiang Pengji teased with a smile, "Besides, the wind is so strong outside, if your fragile body is blown away, I have to find someone to bring you back."

Feng Zhen choked for a moment, and almost didn't get angry.

If it weren't for worrying about the lord, who would ride here on horseback in a panic?

Galloping the horse, the cold wind hurts my face!

"I heard that the lord left the camp without anyone, and I was really afraid of accidents, so I dared to disobey the military order, and I asked the lord to punish me."

Jiang Pengji's teeth ached when she heard this, if she left it at ordinary times, Fengzhen would probably make love with each other, how could she "confess" in a serious way?

Pack!

Keep pretending!

"You have good intentions too, how can I really punish you?" Jiang Pengji said, "However, let's not make an example."

Feng Zhen cupped his hands, with a smile on his lips, "Here."

Jiang Pengji curled her lips secretly, in front of Wan Xiu'er, she couldn't really beat Feng Zhen down.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to let Fengzhen go easily.

"My lord, are you going to take these Panzhihua away?" Feng Zhen glanced at Wan Xiu'er from the corner of her eye, "It's really pity for the fragrance and jade."

In comparison, he just accompanied others to transplant seedlings, which seemed to be inferior in every respect.

"What fragrance to pity, what jade to cherish!" Jiang Pengji said, "Not only do we have to move these trees away, but we also need to send some people to Xiu'er's mother's house."

Feng's heart skipped a beat——

It's no wonder that he has a big brain hole, his lord is going to meet his father-in-law and mother-in-law?

Even though Feng Zhen didn't say it out loud, Jiang Pengji saw through his thoughts and immediately felt itchy.

If Wan Xiu'er wasn't there, she would have to show Feng Zhen some color and let him know why the flowers are so red.

Seeing Jiang Pengji's gloomy complexion, Feng Zhen suddenly came to his senses, he wanted to go wrong.

In order to win the game, Fengzhen asked with a serious expression, his voice was calm and powerful, and he knew that he was a serious person.

"My lord, is there something wrong with these trees?"

If it wasn't for meeting father-in-law and mother-in-law, then the problem should be the trees.

Jiang Pengji said, "People in the north can use sweaters made of wool to survive the winter, and those from better-off families can burn coal. However, if large quantities of sweaters are shipped to the south, the cost of each piece of clothing will inevitably increase dramatically, and many people cannot afford to wear them." Duoliangtian in the south is not suitable for large-scale breeding of hairy sheep. However, the cotton wadding produced by these trees can just solve this problem. These cotton wadding can be made into silk weaving, and can also be used as fillings in clothing materials to achieve heating The purpose of—you say, is it important?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and put the ball of cotton wool into Feng Zhen's hands, the ball of cotton wool still had the warmth of her palm.

When it comes to people's livelihood, Feng Zhen dare not be naughty.

He gently pulled the cotton wool with his hands, and twisted it with his fingers.

"This, this is really okay?" All of a sudden, various thoughts flashed in my mind, "Many nobles use this thing to enjoy and play. I don't know if it is good to raise it? If it is not good to raise it, even if it can weave cloth and make clothes, ordinary The common people can’t afford it. Another point is, how much fertile land does this plant occupy? If too much fertile land is occupied, grain production will inevitably be reduced. How can the common people make a living? If one plant is planted, how much cotton wool can be harvested in a year, and finally it can be made into How many clothes and bedding? If a year's hard work is not enough to make up for the cost, it is better not to plant."

Feng Zhen has considered everything comprehensively. Apart from these questions, he still has a series of doubts.

Although it is a good thing that cotton wool can be used to weave clothes, there are still many problems that have not been solved.

Don't look at Fengzhen's unreliability on weekdays, but he is still very attractive when he is serious.

Didn't you see that the audience in the live broadcast room were calling for him?

Wan Xiu'er, who was on the side, heard Feng Zhen's question, and her fiery heart turned cold.

Yes, it seems that the thought was too beautiful just now, and many things were not considered.

At this time, Jiang Pengji's voice reached her ears.

"Because of this, I sent someone to visit Xiu'er's mother's house. I think there should be more useful information to be found there."

Although there is a live broadcast room, the two worlds are fundamentally different.

Not only are the distributions of land and sea different, but even animals and plants are also different.

According to the situation in the world of the audience, it is impossible for a crop like cotton to appear.

Of course, there are only a few differences, and most of them are similar.

She can use the cotton information provided by the audience as a reference, but not as a conclusion.

Feng Zhen saw that his master was rational, so he didn't continue to pour cold water, but instead pinched the ball of cotton wool with great interest.

"If it is really possible to solve the problem of people's dressing, I don't know how many people are willing to set up a longevity card for Wan Niangzi and offer incense three meals a day."

Wan Xiuer's cheeks were flushed, "What virtue can a little lady do? Mr. Feng's words really hurt the little lady. Even if there is merit, it is also due to Liuzhou Mu. Many nobles planted this plant in their backyards, but they didn't See who says it can weave cloth and make clothes, and benefit the people."

Let the people set up longevity cards spontaneously. No matter how many princes and generals have been able to do it throughout the ages, where can it be her turn?

Feng Zhen smiled and said, "Mistress Wan has an exquisite mind and her speech is even more pleasing to the ear, no wonder the lord is so caring."

Jiang Pengji coughed lightly, interrupting their conversation.

"This matter should not be publicized. We must send some reliable people to handle it. There must be no mistakes. Besides, Xiu'er is not suitable for going out with the army. You should remember to send her to Maruzhou to settle down. If these two things are done It’s not good, I’m going to ask you to settle—”

Feng Zhen bowed his hands and answered seriously.

"Here."

It is a matter of people's livelihood, and it must be done properly no matter what.

The army has a short rest period, and this matter must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Wan Xiuer at the side let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she had expected it and packed the salute in advance, otherwise she would definitely be in a hurry.

Feng Zhen was agile and efficient, and arranged everything early the next morning.

"Mistress Wan, I really have a merciless request here."

A trace of surprise flashed in Wan Xiuer's eyes, but she said, "Mr. Feng, just say it."

Feng Zhen brought a box, and it looked heavy.

"Zhen and his youngest son, Feng Yi, have been parted for a long time. I am ashamed to say that, for many years, I have not fulfilled the duty of my biological father to raise me, and I feel ashamed in my heart."

"Mr. Feng also has difficulties, and your son will definitely understand." Wan Xiu'er said, "Mister, do you want the little lady to hand over this thing to your son?"

Feng Zhen nodded, but his expression was a little more embarrassed.

Wan Xiu'er said, "Mr. Feng has encountered a problem?"

Feng Zhen said, "Although the youngest son has a loyal servant to take care of him, the servant is different from his biological father. If it is convenient for Mrs. Wan, I wonder... I wonder if I can take care of him occasionally? At his age, his mind is the most unstable, and he is easily influenced by foreign objects. , I'm really worried—"