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

Having his idea rejected, Clerk Kong felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help feeling anxious.

Although he worked in the Xianhuan Society, he was ultimately from the Ministry of Revenue.

If he registered Zhang's mother and daughter just for the reason of "one should not throw the baby out with the bathwater", he would be the one to be scolded after returning to the Ministry of Revenue.

He looked at Shen Zheng for help, but Shen Zheng didn't look at him. Instead, she continued to ask Chang Yue'er, "But Mr. Kong's concerns are not unreasonable. How do you think we should resolve this issue?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Chang Yue'er knew that Shen Zheng had found a way to have the best of both worlds.

But since he is the vice president of the Ring Society, he must have his own thoughts and not rely on others for help in everything.

After a brief silence, he looked at the registration book and said, "We can set up a temporary detention center. People like Zhang whose household registration is unclear can first be admitted to the temporary detention center and added to the temporary registration book. After the investigation is completed, it will not be too late to enter the official list."

When Luo Wenshu heard this, a look of joy appeared on his face.

He knew that the relief center would not ignore the poor.

However, Kong Liyuan's expression was more complicated.

The "investigation" Chang Yue'er mentioned was too vague. How would it be investigated? Who would investigate? How would it be investigated? These were all questions.

Shen Zheng's eyes slid across the faces of several people, and she tapped the table with her fingers. "This method is feasible, but the details need to be improved. One, separation, two, verification, and three, division of responsibilities. These three rules are indispensable."

After saying this, she returned her gaze to Chang Yue'er. "But remember, 'temporarily' doesn't mean 'put on hold'. You and Nanny Qiong will lead a meeting with the Ministry of Revenue to implement this matter as soon as possible."

Chang Yueer's mind suddenly became clear and he bowed and answered yes.

Nanny Qiong was the Queen's person, and with Nanny Qiong working together, he felt much less uneasy.

After the matter was over, Shen Zheng prepared to go to the central area to take a look. As soon as she stepped out of the hall, she met Diwu Nazheng who came over.

He swung the wheelchair high in the air, and the attendant chased after him, shouting, "President, please slow down! Lord Shen, Lord Shen is just ahead, please be careful!"

"Master Shen!"

Diwu Nazheng looked up, suddenly pulled the handbrake, and performed a drift for Shen Zheng.

"..."

Shen Zheng was almost hit by him and praised him against her will: "Grandpa's driving skills are getting more and more proficient."

"President..." The attendant chased after him, whispering in fear, "Let me push you away. You almost bumped into Lord Shen just now. I was really scared..."

If he bumped into the person in front of him, even if he had ten lives, it would not be enough to compensate.

Diwu Nazheng waved his hand away, swung his wheelchair closer to Shen Zheng, motioned her to lean over and whisper something to her.

Shen Zheng raised her eyebrows and bowed. She only heard him lower his voice and say, "There's news about what you're looking for..."

Rubber tree!

Shen Zheng never expected to get the news about the rubber trees before leaving Beijing.

After all, Eunuch Hong had said before that even he couldn't ask anyone to bring the tree back to Da Zhou.

In such a comparison, businessmen still have more shady tricks.

Thinking of the car tires, shoe soles, and tourniquets so close to her... Shen Zheng's fingers trembled with excitement.

She walked straight around to the back of the wheelchair, grasped the handle, and asked Diwu Nazheng, "Where is the president's office? Let's go over there and talk!"

"Then... that side ahh ...

As soon as Diwu Nazheng pointed in a direction, Shen Zheng pushed him and started running.

Hua Duo was startled and hurried to catch up. The attendant was so frightened that he froze in his tracks. After a moment, he shouted, "President——!"

A beautiful scenery passed by the front area, and the shouts of the Fifth Nazheng and his servants rang out one after another, which was so miserable.

When the wheelchair stopped outside the president's office, Diwu Na was about to vomit.

"Revenge..." He retched, smoothed his messy hair, and accused Shen Zheng: "This is blatant revenge, abuse of the elderly..."

Shen Zheng curled her lips into a smile but didn't answer.

It was because this old man drove in an unsafe manner and almost knocked her over.

After this incident, Diwu Nazheng refused to let her touch the handle at all and insisted on going into the president's office by herself.

After entering, Shen Zheng took a quick look around and gave him some advice: "I was wrong before. This is a relief center, not the Ring Society. This place should be called the 'Director's Office', not the 'President's Office'."

Hua Duo lowered her head silently, thinking about the "toilet" that Shen Zheng had mentioned to her before.

What a great "director".

"Director?" Diwu Nazheng took her advice seriously and took the initiative to "clear the air" and praised her, "You're quite thoughtful! If the affairs of the association get busy in the future, this relief center will probably be handed over to someone else. Calling him 'Director' is really the most appropriate title."

Shen Zheng grumbled, "Hmm," and sat down at the tea table, touching the leaves of a potted plant. Then, straight to the point, she asked, "Is the news reliable?"

Diwu Nazheng also calmed down and looked at the attendant, saying, "Go out and close the door. Don't let anyone get close."

After the servant left, Hua Duo walked straight to the window, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the movements outside the window.

"I bought the information from the Southern Chamber of Commerce." Diwu Nazheng opened the incense burner and pressed the ash before whispering, "That tree isn't common in Manyi Country, but it's plentiful in Naqu Country. Strangely, the people of Naqu aren't willing to sell it."

Shen Zheng smiled: "Special treasures must be held tightly in your hands. If you sell them casually, they will lose their value."

Diwu Nazheng nodded, deeply concerned. "The people from the Southern Chamber of Commerce also said they have a way to get it, but they have a requirement."

"Tell me about it." Shen Zheng said.

When asking someone to do something for you, you are not afraid of them making requests, but you are afraid of them making selfless contributions and then owing them a huge favor.

This kind of favor... is very difficult to repay cleanly.

"They wanted me to tell them clearly what the tree was used for." Diwu Nazheng frowned and said, "I didn't agree at first, saying they would do the job if I paid them. But you know, there are many wealthy businessmen in the south, and they are not short of money. These people just love two words..."

"Fresh." Shen Zheng continued with a smile.

When people achieve financial freedom, they begin to have deeper "spiritual pursuits".

You can call this feeling "freshness" or "excitement".

Diwu Nazheng looked helpless and asked seriously, "Are you anxious? If not, I'll find another way. The Great Zhou is so big, there must be more than one way."

"I'm anxious." Shen Zheng said with a smile: "Isn't it just the use of that tree? I asked about it before, it's very big."

What's wrong with telling them what it's for?

"Knowing its purpose" and "having production capabilities" are two completely different concepts.

For example, all the cloth merchants in the Zhou Dynasty knew that cotton could be used to make cotton cloth, but to this day, has any cloth merchant built a Hualou loom and woven cotton cloth?

One reason.

Diwu Nazheng understood what she meant and said after a moment of silence, "Then...you tell me, and I'll tell them?"

Shen Zheng smiled and took out paper and pen, picked up the ink block and began to grind the ink.