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Chapter 1053

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Feng Zhen tidied up his appearance a little and stepped forward to salute. "Greetings, my lord …"

Even though his heart was in a mess, he was still gentle and calm on the surface.

Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Zhen with a faint smile.

Did the sun rise from the west today? How could the wanton and unrestrained Feng Zhen be so dignified?

Feng Zhen hadn't adjusted his breathing rhythm, probably because he was in such a hurry.

Feng Zhen's cheeks were pale from the cold wind, and his lips were blue. His body wasn't healthy, so he looked weak, helpless, and pitiful.

"Before I left, I've instructed you to do so. Zi Shi, why didn't you stay in the camp? Why did you come here? " Jiang Pengji teased him with a smile. "Besides, the wind is so strong outside. If your weak body gets blown away, I'll have to find someone to get you back."

Feng Zhen choked and almost choked on his breath.

If he wasn't worried about his lord, why would he ride a horse here?

Galloping on a horse, the cold wind hitting his face hurt!

"I heard that my lord left the camp without anyone. I was afraid that an accident would happen, so I dared to disobey military orders. Please punish me, my lord."

Jiang Pengji's teeth ached when she heard this. Usually, Feng Zhen would try to smooth things over. How could he "plead guilty" so seriously?

Pretend!

Keep pretending!

"You had good intentions. How can I really punish you?" Jiang Pengji said. "But, don't do it again."

Feng Zhen cupped his hands and smiled. "Yes."

Jiang Pengji secretly curled her lips. She couldn't really embarrass Feng Zhen in front of Wan Xiu 'er.

Otherwise, she wouldn't let Feng Zhen off so easily.

"My lord, are you taking these Panzhihua plants away?" Feng Zhen glanced at Wan Xiu 'er. "You really have tender feelings for the fairer sex."

In comparison, he was only accompanying someone to transplant the seedlings. No matter how one looked at it, he seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"Tender feelings for the fairer sex?!" Jiang Pengji said. "Not only do I want to move these trees away, but I also want to send some people to Xiu 'er's mother's house."

Feng Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't be blamed for letting his imagination run wild. Was his lord going to meet her in-laws?

Even though Feng Zhen didn't say it out loud, Jiang Pengji could see through his thoughts.

If Wan Xiu 'er hadn't been there, she would have taught Feng Zhen a lesson and let him know why flowers were so red.

Seeing Jiang Pengji's gloomy expression, Feng Zhen suddenly realized that he had misunderstood.

In order to turn the tables, Feng Zhen asked with a serious expression. His voice was steady and powerful, and it was obvious that he was a serious person.

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

If it wasn't for meeting his in-laws, then the problem should be with these trees.

Jiang Pengji said, "The people in the north can use wool to weave sweaters to survive the winter. Those who are better off can burn coal. However, if large quantities of sweaters were to be shipped to the south, the cost of each piece of clothing would inevitably skyrocket, and many commoners would not be able to afford them. There were many fertile fields in the south, which were not suitable for breeding woolly sheep. However, the cotton produced by these trees could solve this problem. This cotton wool can be made into silk and woven into cloth. It can also be used as a filler to achieve the purpose of warmth. Tell me, isn't it very important? "

Jiang Pengji smiled as she placed the ball of cotton wool in Feng Zhen's hands. The cotton wool still carried the warmth of her palm.

When it came to the livelihood of the people, Feng Zhen didn't dare to be mischievous.

He gently pulled the cotton wool and even twirled it between his fingers.

"Is … is this really possible?" In a split second, various thoughts flashed through his mind. "Many nobles have brought this thing to play with. I wonder if it's easy to raise? If it's not easy to raise, even if it can be woven into clothes, commoners won't be able to afford it. Also, how much fertile land does this plant take up? If it takes up too much fertile land, it will definitely reduce the production of grain. How will the commoners survive then? If one plant is planted, how much cotton wool can be harvested in a year? How many clothes and bedding can be made into? If a year's hard work isn't enough to cover the cost, then it's better not to plant it at all. "

Feng Zhen considered everything. Apart from these questions, he still had a string of doubts.

It was a good thing that cotton wool could be woven into clothes, but there were still many unresolved problems.

Feng Zhen might be unreliable normally, but he was very charming when he was serious.

Didn't he see that the audience in the livestream was cheering for him?

When Wan Xiu 'er heard Feng Zhen's question, her burning heart cooled a little.

Yes, it seemed that she had been too optimistic just now. There were many things that she hadn't considered.

At that moment, Jiang Pengji's voice reached her ears.

"Because of this, we have to send someone to Xiu 'er's home to take a look. I think we can find more useful information there."

Although there was a livestream, the two worlds were completely different.

Not only was the distribution of land and sea different, but even the animals and plants were different.

According to the situation in the audience's previous world, it was impossible for a crop like cotton to appear.

Of course, there were only a few differences. Most of them were similar.

She could use the information provided by the audience as a reference, but it couldn't be used as a final conclusion.

Seeing that his lord was rational, Feng Zhen didn't continue to pour cold water on her. Instead, he pinched the ball of cotton wool with great interest.

"If it can really solve the problem of clothing for the commoners, who knows how many commoners would be willing to set up a longevity tablet for Lady Wan and offer incense to her three meals a day."

Wan Xiu 'er's cheeks flushed red. "How can I be worthy? Mr. Feng's words are too much. Even if there's merit, it's the work of the magistrate of Liuzhou. Many nobles have this plant in their backyards, but no one has said that it can weave cloth and make clothes for the benefit of the commoners. "

Since ancient times, how many nobles had been unable to make the commoners set up longevity tablets on their own? How could it be her turn?

Feng Zhen smiled and said, "Lady Wan's thoughts are exquisite, and her words are pleasant to the ear. No wonder my lord cares for her so much."

Jiang Pengji coughed softly, interrupting their conversation.

"This matter shouldn't be publicized. We must send a few reliable people to handle it. There can't be any mistakes. In addition, it's not suitable for Xiu 'er to follow the army into battle. Remember to send her to Wanzhou to settle down. If these two matters aren't handled well, I'll definitely settle accounts with you — "

Feng Zhen cupped his hands and bowed seriously.

"Yes."

This matter concerned the commoners' livelihood, so it had to be handled properly no matter what.

The army didn't have much time to rest, so this matter had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Wan Xiu 'er, who was standing to the side, heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she had anticipated this and packed her luggage in advance. Otherwise, she would definitely be in a mess.

Feng Zhen was nimble and efficient. Everything had been arranged early the next morning.

"Lady Wan, I have a presumptuous request."

A trace of surprise flashed in Wan Xiu 'er's eyes, but she said, "Please speak, Mr. Feng."

Feng Zhen took out a box. It looked heavy.

"I've been separated from my youngest son, Feng Yi, for a long time. I'm ashamed that I haven't done my duty as a father to raise him all these years. I'm ashamed of myself."

"Mr. Feng has his own difficulties. Your son will surely understand," Wan Xiu 'er said. "Does Mr. Feng want me to pass this to your son?"

Feng Zhen nodded, but his expression showed that he was in a difficult position.

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

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