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

After the Jingzhao Yin's people posted the notice, they couldn't help but look back.

After serving as Jingzhao Yin for many years, this was the first time he had seen such a notice...

Seeing that he didn't leave, the crowd only dared to watch from afar and didn't dare to come forward to watch.

If the man in the palace is the sky of the capital city, then the current Jingzhao Yin is the earth that provides support for him.

The Jingzhao Yin of the previous dynasty could be said to be surviving in the cracks. In the upper capital city where one could encounter an official every two steps, they were really not good enough.

Other officials were able to get along with everyone when they entered the capital, but they, the Jingzhao Yin, were in a dilemma. If nothing went wrong, it would be fine as they could still maintain their face. But if something went wrong, they could not afford to offend anyone.

This official and that general are so annoying.

But now that the emperor has ascended the throne, the people of Jingzhao Yin can be said to have fought a great comeback.

The emperor made it clear: The security of the capital and other matters, big or small, are under the full management of Jingzhao Yin. No matter whether it is the princes, nobles, or wealthy families, as long as they commit crimes, they will be treated equally. If anyone dares to use his power to suppress you, he will be beaten directly! I support you!

Moreover, the current Jingzhao prefect is a retired soldier. He has an iron-blooded aura that makes people feel afraid when they see him. Naturally, he is not afraid of anything.

Since then, Jingzhao Yin has become the "new force" in Shangjing City and a popular figure.

When the onlookers saw that the Jingzhao Yin's men had gone far away, they rushed over to surround them.

"What is it? Let me see!"

Someone stroked his beard in a pretentious manner, "If I'm not mistaken, it must be related to the convoy that left Suzaku Gate today."

"You tell me! Do we even need to guess?"

The place where the notice was posted was originally quite spacious, but it was suddenly packed with people. The crowds made it impossible to see clearly what was written on the notice.

"Don't push! Don't push! You're going to push my face onto the notice! Move back a little. If it gets damaged, you'll be responsible!"

After the crowd reluctantly moved back an inch, people standing in the front row could see the content of the notice clearly.

"Is this... a piece of grass? What's with the rag stuck to the notice? The official of Jingzhao Yin is too careless in his work."

"This notice is just a painting? Did the Jingzhao Yin official make a mistake? The grass is too close together...?"

Before the man could finish his words, the person next to him covered his mouth. The person covered his mouth with great force and covered his nose as well. In a moment, the man's face turned red.

He struggled to break free and cursed, "You bold thief! Do you know who your grandfather is? How dare you murder your grandfather in broad daylight in Shangjing City! Don't you want to live?"

The man who had just covered his mouth and nose not only showed no fear, but glanced at him as if he was a fool and said, "Sir, please open your eyes and take a good look at the signature and small words on this painting, okay?"

"No matter who signed the inscription, it was not you, the thief, who murdered your grandfather..."

The man was still furious and casually glanced at the signature on the painting, but this one glance made him stand there dumbfounded.

His face turned pale, his lips trembled, and his eyes were full of a sense of having survived a calamity. His knees softened and he knelt down to the person who was covering his mouth and nose.

"My second parents, please accept my respects!"

The person being worshipped sneered and asked, "Sir, do you still dare to say that this painting is ugly?"

He shook his head violently, put his face close to the painting, and sighed: "You have eyes but no vision, you have eyes but no vision, this painting should only exist in heaven!"

His hands were shaking as he spoke, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

It was a close call. It was really a close call.

In the capital city of Shangjing, you have to be careful with your words and actions. If you are caught doing something wrong, you may be beaten with a stick at best, or even lose your life at worst.

He was so scared because the signature on the upper right corner of the painting was...the Holy Seal of the Son of Heaven - the private seal of Emperor Mingyang!

This means that this rough painting was drawn by the emperor himself!

At this time, others could also see the signature of the painting clearly, and there was not only the emperor's seal, but also a line of small characters.

The words were too small, so the people standing behind him could hardly see clearly. They all asked, "Brother, what does that word say? What's so magical about this grass?"

In the eyes of everyone, anything that could be painted by the emperor himself must not be an ordinary thing in this world.

Maybe that grass was planted by immortals, the magical grass!

The man calmed himself and read out the small characters: "A map of rice yields of 1,000 kilograms per mu, and... a piece of cotton cloth, from: Tongan County, Liuyang Prefecture, Tongan County Magistrate: Newly-appointed female Jinshi, Shen Zheng."

After he read these words, everyone was stunned.

Such a short paragraph contained so much information that they didn't know what to be shocked about first.

They knew these words clearly when they were separated, but when they were put together, they felt so unfamiliar to them.

Paddy rice is the rice they eat every day.

Is there any plant that can produce 1,000 kilograms per mu?

Cotton, those white clouds that look good but are useless.

When can it be used to weave cotton cloth?

There is also the female county magistrate Shen Zheng.

A newly-minted Jinshi? A female county magistrate? The emperor actually inscribed the woman’s name on his painting.

All of this was unbelievable to everyone. Some people couldn't help but pinch themselves and grimaced in pain.

The crowd fell into an eerie silence and no one spoke.

"Hahaha, a female county magistrate! If there really is such a female county magistrate, then who else is there? Who else is not convinced? Where are those who just scolded me? Stand up for me!"

Suddenly someone laughed crazily and cursed angrily. His words were so arrogant that everyone was shocked and turned to look at him.

He is a warrior of ordinary appearance.

He looked around in the crowd, trying to find the familiar figures in the teahouse just now.

"Scholar, where is the scholar sitting by the window? Isn't he a male county magistrate? Isn't he producing 500 catties per mu? Where is he? Get out and confront your grandfather!"

No one cares about him.

"Mr. Storyteller! Where is Mr. Storyteller? What's wrong with me eating two pieces of your snack? Just tell me whether this news is worth two pieces of snack!"

After he said that, he began to squeeze in the crowd, causing great dissatisfaction among everyone.

But he was a big man and seemed to be mentally ill at the moment, so no one dared to scold him for a moment and they all made way for him.

The warrior didn't find the person he was looking for, so he retreated cursing. He wanted to go to the back to look for him again!

What he didn't see was that two people in the crowd raised their sleeves to cover their faces. They were the scholar and storyteller who had just ridiculed him in the restaurant.

At this moment, both of them had expressions of surprise and doubt on their faces. They looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

What the warrior said just now... was all true!

In his Great Zhou Dynasty, there really was a female county magistrate who grew rice that produced a thousand kilograms per mu. And the second thing that the warrior did not say was also written on the notice by the emperor.