Feng Zhen cleaned up his appearance a little, stepped forward and saluted, "See the lord-"

Although the inner madness is messy, on the surface it is still gentle and calm.

Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Zhen with a smile.

Today's sun is coming out in the west, and the bohemian prodigal son has such a dignified time?

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

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

"Before I left, I told you. Zishi didn't stay in the barracks properly, why did he get here?" Jiang Pengji laughed and teased, "Besides, it's so windy outside, if your weak body is blown away, I have to find someone to get you back." ”

Feng Zhen was choked and almost lost his breath.

If it weren't for worrying about the lord, who would have the nerve to run here on horseback?

The horse galloped, and the cold wind hit the face very painfully!

"I heard that the lord left the camp without taking anyone, and I was really afraid of an accident, so I dared to disobey the military order, and asked the lord to punish him. ”

Jiang Pengji listened to the sour teeth, if it was left in normal times, Feng Zhen would most likely be with the mud, how could he be serious and "confess"?

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"You are also kind, how can I really punish you?" Jiang Pengji said, "However, I will not take an example." ”

Feng Zhen arched his hand, and the corners of his lips raised a smile, "Huh." ”

Jiang Pengji pouted secretly, in front of Wan Xiu'er, she couldn't really make Feng Zhen unable to get off the stage.

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

"Lord, are you going to take these Panzhihua away?" Feng Zhen glanced at Wan Xiu'er, "It's really a pity for the jade." ”

In contrast, he just accompanied people to transplant seedlings, and in any way, it seemed that he was inferior.

"What kind of incense, what kind of jade!" Jiang Pengji said, "Not only do you have to move these trees, but you also have to send some people to Xiu'er's mother's house." ”

Feng Zhen sighed in his heart-

Don't blame him for opening his brain, his father-in-law wants to see his father-in-law and mother-in-law?

Although Feng Zhen didn't say it, Jiang Pengji saw through his thoughts, and his hands suddenly itched.

If Wan Xiu'er hadn't been there, she would have had to give Feng Zhen some colors to see, so that he could know why the flowers were so red.

Feng Zhen saw Jiang Pengji's gloomy face, and suddenly came to his senses, he thought about it.

In order to win back a game, Feng Zhen asked with a serious expression, his voice was calm and powerful, and he knew that he was a serious person when he heard it.

"Lord, is there anything wrong with these trees?"

If it weren't for the parents-in-law, then the problem should be in these trees.

Jiang Pengji said, "The people in the north can use sweaters made of wool to survive the winter, and those with better families 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 people could not afford to wear them. There are many fertile fields in the south, which are not suitable for raising hairy sheep in large quantities. However, the cotton wool produced by these trees can solve this problem. The batting can be made into silk threads, and it can also be used as a filling in the fabric for heating purposes – you say, is it important?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and put the cotton wool into Feng Zhen's hand, and the cotton wool still carried the body temperature of her palm.

When it comes to people's livelihood events, Feng Zhen doesn't dare to be naughty.

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

"This—Is this really possible?" All of a sudden, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, "Many nobles take this thing for fun, but I don't know if it's good or not? If it's not good, even if they can weave cloth and make clothes, ordinary people can't afford it." On the other hand, how much fertile land does this plant occupy? If it occupies too much fertile land, it will inevitably reduce grain output, and what will the people rely on to make a living? If a plant is planted, how much cotton wool can be harvested in a year, and how many clothes and bedding can be made in the end? If one year's hard work is not enough to make up for the cost, it is better not to plant at all. ”

Feng Zhen considered it comprehensively, and in addition to these questions, he also had a series of doubts.

Cotton wool can weave cloth and make clothes, although it is a good thing, but there are still many problems that have not been solved.

Don't look at Fengzhen's unreliable weekdays, but it's still very attractive when he's serious.

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

Wan Xiu'er on the side heard Feng Zhen's question, and her originally fiery heart was a little colder.

yes, it seems that I thought too beautifully, and I didn't think about a lot of things.

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

"That's why I'm going to send someone to Xiu'er's mother's house to have a look, I think I should be able to find more useful information there. ”

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

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

According to the situation of the audience's world, cotton as a crop would not have been possible.

Of course, the differences are only a few, and most of them are still the same.

She can use the cotton information provided by the audience as a reference, but she cannot use it as a conclusive conclusion.

Feng Zhen saw that his master was sensible, but he didn't continue to pour cold water, but pinched the cotton wool with interest.

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

Wan Xiu'er's cheeks flushed, "How can the little woman, how can he be? Mr. Feng's words are tormenting the little woman." Even if there is merit, it is also the credit of Liuzhou Mu. Many nobles planted this thing in their backyards, but no one said that it could weave cloth and make clothes for the benefit of the people. ”

Let the people spontaneously set up the immortal card, how many princes and generals throughout the ages can't do it, where can I get her?

Feng Zhen smiled, "Wan Niangzi has a delicate mind, and her speech is even more beautiful and pleasant, no wonder the lord takes care of her like this." ”

Jiang Pengji coughed lightly and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"This matter should not be publicized, we must send a few safe people to do it, and there must be no mistakes. In addition, Xiu'er should not go out with the army, you remember to send her to Maruzhou to settle down. If these two things don't work out well, I'm going to settle accounts with you—"

Feng Zhen gave up his hands and responded seriously.

"Wow. ”

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

The army has a short time to recuperate, and this matter must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Wan Xiu'er on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

"Wan Niangzi, there is really a reluctant invitation here. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Wan Xiu'er's eyes, but she said, "Mr. Feng said it. ”

Feng Zhen took a box and looked at the weight.

"I have been separated from my youngest son Fengyi for a long time, and I am ashamed to say that for many years, I have not fulfilled my father's responsibility to raise me, and I am ashamed in my heart. ”

"Mr. Feng also has a hard time, so Lang will definitely understand. Wan Xiu'er said, "Mr. wants the little woman to transfer this thing to Ling Lang?"

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 is taken care of by his side, the servants are different from his biological father. If it's convenient for Wan Niangzi, I don't know ...... I wonder if I can take care of him occasionally? At his age, his mind is the most unstable, and he is easily affected by external objects, and he is really not at ease——"