Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

The weather in summer is very strange. It may rain heavily one day and be sunny the next.

Shangjing welcomed two consecutive days of sunny days, and the rainwater in the cracks between the bricks was dried out. However, after two days, the moss on the wall showed signs of cracking again.

But most people still love the sun.

They would rather be scorched by the sun than suffer from a downpour, because the sun cannot penetrate the thatched roofs, but strong winds and heavy rain can blow the roof off.

The teahouse was bustling with activity.

The sunlight streamed through the window panes, and the vines on the walls stretched out their bodies. The storyteller had not yet arrived, but the tea drinkers were already chatting away.

"Have you heard? The shelter opened yesterday, and all the beggars from the suburbs of Beijing flocked there, asking for food, drink, and shelter. Let me tell you, you still have to rely on yourself. Many people are healthy, but they still rely on the shelter..."

"That's wrong, that's wrong." The scholar leaned against the window, fanning himself with a folding fan, shaking his head. "When a person is homeless, without shelter from the rain, and without a blanket to warm them, they have no spirit. Only when their stomachs are filled can their brains start to work. Lord Shen and the Fifth Master are not stupid. They can't support those beggars forever."

"Brother, what you said is very good. As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Once those beggars learn the craft, why can't they become pillars of the guild?"

The tea drinkers nearby burst into laughter when they heard this, saying that the two of them had become stupid because of reading too much and had never seen the dangers of the world.

But the scholar insisted: "People need to eat enough to have the strength to work."

As the two sides were arguing, the gavel slammed loudly. When they looked up, the storyteller was already standing on the stage.

Seeing his expression, everyone knew that there would be a big gossip today, and they hurriedly called the waiter to change the tea and bring melon seeds.

The storyteller nodded in satisfaction and went straight to the point: "Do you all still remember the disaster that struck Xingning Prefecture last year?"

"Xingning Mansion?"

The tea drinkers looked at each other in bewilderment, saying he was wrong: "Mr. Bao, it was Changnan Prefecture that suffered the flood last year, not Xingning Prefecture!"

Some people laughed at Mr. Bao's confusion, while others whispered, "But I remember... wasn't Xingning Prefecture hit by smallpox?"

"Hey—" Mr. Bao pointed at them with his folding fan and laughed, "It's smallpox!"

The tea drinkers were unhappy. "Why are you talking about such an unlucky thing for no reason? That corrupt official has already been beheaded. What else is there to talk about?"

They simply said, "Let bygones be bygones."

Mr. Bao opened his folding fan, squinted his eyes and shook his head: "The reason why I mentioned this today is because this smallpox... has not passed!"

His face was serious and mysterious, and the tea drinkers were suddenly in chaos.

What does it mean that it has not passed?

Is smallpox making a comeback?

Everyone was terrified and urged him, swallowing their saliva: "What do you know? Tell us now!"

Mr. Bao came here with a mission today, so he told everything he knew. He banged the gavel and started talking.

"Speaking of last year! Everyone knows how serious the smallpox outbreak was! But does anyone know how it was ultimately resolved? If anyone can answer correctly, I'll treat you to a cup of fine spring tea!"

The temptation of "the best spring tea" is indeed strong.

Everyone shouted "Mr. Bao has made a fortune" and rushed to answer.

"I know! I know! It was Doctor Li, one of Lord Shen's men, who went to Xingning Mansion and cured the disease!"

"No! It's not medicine, it's acupuncture! Doctor Li can revive the dead with a single needle. He's a true medical genius!"

After saying that, everyone looked at Mr. Bao's expression.

He just shook his head and said, "No, in the end, it wasn't medicine or needles that prevented smallpox."

"You mean prevention?" The scholar by the window folded up his folding fan. "If we talk about 'prevention,' it's cowpox. Doctor Li developed a vaccine, and once a person is vaccinated with cowpox, they won't get smallpox again."

"Pah!" Doctor Li's eyes lit up, and he kept his word: "Waiter, serve tea to that scholar! Put it on my account!"

The scholar smiled and bowed in thanks.

Everyone was dissatisfied: "Mr. Bao, if you said the word 'prevention', I would also think of smallpox, but you insisted on saying 'how to solve it'. Aren't you misleading everyone?"

Could it be that the scholar was hired as a hired shill?

Mr. Bao, a storyteller, hated hindsight, so he didn't respond at all. Instead, he continued, "Then who knows who was the first person to administer the cowpox vaccine?"

Among the tea drinkers, one of them suddenly sat up straight, his eyes darting around, waiting for others to answer.

"The first cowpox vaccine?" The scholar, growing more courageous, raised his folding fan once more and said, "Since the cowpox vaccine was invented by Doctor Li, he must have been the first to inoculate it!"

Before Mr. Bao even started to judge who was right or wrong, some people became restless.

He was so anxious that his face turned pale and he said, "You are talking nonsense! Doctor Li is the only one in Xingning Prefecture who knows about cowpox. If he tests himself, who will observe and treat him? I tell you, the situation would be very urgent. People in Xingning know..."

"Master, Master!" Before the man could finish his words, he was interrupted by the servant pulling his sleeve: "Lord Lu has instructed that we can only come and take a look, but we cannot talk..."

Jiang Zhiming hit Yan at once and said aggrievedly: "Why, why does no one know that there is someone like me in Xingning Prefecture..."

That day, he was taken to the imperial study by Wei Xiyu to admit his mistake. From beginning to end, the emperor didn't even glance at him.

They didn't say whether to punish him or not, and they didn't even say where they would send him in the future.

He was so worried that he didn't eat well for two days. He went to Lord Shen's house for help, but Lord Shen referred him to Lord Lu from the National Medical Bureau.

What Lord Lu said - at 9:00 PM today, Mr. Teahouse will be invited to promote the cowpox epidemic, and his achievements can be mentioned at that time.

The results of it?

That's it!

No one remembers that Jiang Zhiming was the first person to vaccinate against smallpox...

An inexplicable sense of grievance surged in his heart, coupled with worry and confusion about the future. He sighed, lifted his clothes and stood up.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll go see Wu Ti and see if he's in a better mood."

They are both criminals, but he can still wander around outside, while Wu Ti was directly sent to the Ministry of Justice. In comparison, how can he not be lucky?

"I know!" Just as he reached the door, a thin old man stood up. "It's Xingning Prefecture Governor Jiang! Last year, my son was trying to make a living in Xingning Prefecture. He said that Governor Jiang didn't even care about his own life and insisted on being the first person to try planting!"

Jiang Zhiming suddenly stopped and couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, the old man said again: "My son also said that Mr. Jiang has a special physique. He fell into a coma after being vaccinated with cowpox. Even the coffin is ready! We are ready to bury him when the time comes!"

"......"

The corner of his mouth drooped, and Jiang Zhiming gritted his teeth, "Who is his son? Check it out for me!"

What coffin, what burial, it's simply...

So angry!