Leaving these words behind, he hurried toward the main courtyard, the one where he and Madam Han lived.
"Qingqing! Qingqing..."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Song Pengju forgot that Han was resting at the moment.
"Brother Peng!"
Since her eldest son and youngest daughter died in battle, Han had been a light sleeper. When she heard Song Pengju's voice, she thought something terrible had happened. She opened her eyes, sat up with difficulty, and looked at the door. The next moment, she saw the door being pushed open from the outside, and then a tall and familiar figure appeared in front of her.
"Qingqing! Our Lan'er is alive! She's alive!"
Song Pengju walked to the bedside and sat down. He showed the letter in his hand to Madam Han: "Look, this is a letter Lan'er wrote to us!"
"This, this..." How is this possible?
Mrs. Han was astonished. She couldn't believe that what Song Pengju said was true. In her opinion, how could her youngest daughter write letters to her parents after she had already died?
With a sense of doubt, she asked, "Is this a letter that Lanlan wrote to us before she passed away?"
Song Pengju shook his head and said, "Lanlan is still alive, but she is currently living in another world. You will understand after you read this letter!"
After handing the letter to Han, Song Pengju said, "Lanlan said that the world she lives in now is wonderful. Not only is there no war, but it is a peaceful era, and everyone is equal!"
"Quiet down first, I'll look at it myself."
Upon hearing Han's words, Song Pengju immediately shut his mouth, but the excitement in his expression remained undiminished.
A few minutes later, Han cried tears of joy: "It's true! Brother Peng, it's true! Lanlan is alive in another world now. She said she wrote a letter to my father and also left a lot of good things in the Valley of Divine Healers..."
Song Pengju nodded: "That's right, I saw it."
"There are high-yield crops, vegetable seeds, and cotton seeds... Lanlan even has written down the planting methods for these things, and they're all in the package!"
As she spoke, Han was about to get out of bed.
Seeing this, Song Pengju quickly asked, "Where are you going?"
"Let's go to the Valley of Divine Healers!"
Han responded.
"You're still sick, how can you walk around so freely?!"
Song Pengju frowned, clearly disagreeing.
"It's okay, I'm fine. I feel much better now. Hurry up, I need to see those things with my own eyes, so that I can... so that I can be completely sure that Lanlan is really alright in the other world!"
Han's tears, which she had managed to stop, welled up again. Song Pengju was most afraid of his bedmate crying, because it pained him to see her in tears!
After a moment of silence, Song Pengju said, "It's windy outside, you need to wear something warmer!"
"good!"
Madam Han nodded and called a maid into the room to help her put on more clothes.
Before leaving, Song Pengju took a cloak from the screen and casually draped it over Han Shi's shoulders. He also instructed the maid outside the door to send a message to have the carriages in the mansion wait outside the gate.
"Put me down! I can walk by myself!"
Han was about to walk out of the room when, unexpectedly, she was lifted into the air. It turned out that Song Pengju had picked her up in his arms. Immediately, she felt very uncomfortable and patted the man's arm lightly to avoid being seen by the servants in the mansion and being talked about behind her back.
"If you're sick, I'll carry you there."
Song Pengju replied casually and stepped out of the room without the slightest hesitation.
"It wouldn't be good if the servants saw us!"
Han buried her head in the man's chest. Hearing what she said, Song Pengju didn't care at all: "You manage our household very well. No one dares to gossip about their master behind his back, and no one will talk nonsense outside!"
"Sit still and don't move, so you don't get jostled."
Once inside the carriage, Song Pengju immediately clung to Han Shi's lap. The distance from the capital to Shenyi Valley was at least sixty or seventy li, and even though they traveled on official roads, the further they went from the capital, the worse the road conditions became. As a result, the carriage inevitably bumped violently as it traveled on these roads.
Considering his partner's health condition, Song Pengju naturally wanted to ensure that the other person suffered as little as possible.
"There's a thick cushion on it."
Han insisted on sitting by himself.
Song Pengju glanced at the cushion beside him and saw that Han was determined. Helpless, he let Han sit by herself, but he held her tightly in his arms to prevent her from bumping into anything.
"Would you like something to eat?"
Inside the carriage was a small, exquisite stove with hot water boiling on it, so you could make tea or cook some porridge to fill your stomach at any time. In addition, there was a food box next to the stove containing the pastries that had just been made that day.
"Need not."
Han shook her head.
Song Pengju: "Would you like some water?"
Han shook her head again, then, as if thinking of something, she said, "Judging from the writing instrument, the letter was indeed written by Lan'er, but the characters are clearly not written with the pen we use now."
Song Pengju nodded in agreement.
"Those words look small, but they are clearly visible. A lot can be written on a single sheet of paper, which shows that the writing pens used in Lan'er's current world are more practical than those we currently use."
Putting aside everything else, just in terms of paper usage alone, it can save a considerable amount.
Han paused for a moment, then said, "I wonder what exactly the high-yield crop Lan'er mentioned in her letter is. I really want to see it right now!"
"It's sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn. The first two can yield three to four thousand catties per mu. If the soil is good and they are properly cared for, the yield per mu will only be higher. As for the yield per mu of corn, Lan'er mentioned in her letter that it is also not low. Of course, it cannot be compared with the yield per mu of sweet potatoes and potatoes."
Song Pengju spoke slowly, and upon hearing this, Han said, "What I mean is what sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn look like, no, what their mature fruits look like."
"Lan'er said the package contained a picture book and special planting methods."
Song Pengju responded.
"Yes. Lan'er did mention this in her letter."
Han said, "With high-yield crops, the people of Daxia will be able to eat their fill in the future. When cotton is grown, our people of Daxia will not only have enough to eat, but also be able to wear warm cotton clothes to keep warm. Just thinking about it makes me happy!"
A smile appeared on her face, and Han's soothing and gentle voice flowed from her lips again: "By the way, Lan'er said at the end of her letter that she wanted to inform us about the high-yield crops so that we could make the decision. But... what do you think about Lan'er's concerns?"
"Without the involvement of the imperial court, even if we have high-yield crop seeds, it will be difficult to promote them throughout the Great Xia Dynasty. Besides, do you think we can keep it a secret?"
Song Pengju said solemnly, “If we tell the Emperor the truth, given his attitude and feelings for Lan’er, they will only be grateful to Lan’er and feel at ease knowing that Lan’er is now living in another world.”
After a moment of silence, Song Pengju continued, "But when we inform the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, we must be careful with our words to avoid them overthinking things and developing unwarranted suspicions about our family."
"I'll listen to you."
Han had no objection.
“Then let’s go to my father-in-law’s place first to see the things, and then discuss it with him. When we return to the capital, I will go to the palace to see the Emperor.”
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