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

Shen Zheng and Zhao Xiu stood in front of the wind-blown seed screening machine. Under the guidance of Zhang Lizheng, the two villagers poured the rice in the winnowing basket into the wind-blown seed screening machine.

Shen Zheng suddenly thought of something, looked around the granary and asked Zhao Xiu: "Where is Mr. Feng?"

Old Feng is the manager of the Tongan County granary. His family has been guarding the granary for Tongan County for generations, and now he has taken over this managerial job from his father.

Dynasties changed, but the bloodline remained. When Tongan County was not yet called Tongan County, Mr. Feng's ancestors were guarding the county government's granary.

Now Mr. Feng is nearly sixty years old. Considering his age, he is actually no longer qualified to be the manager of the granary.

Take the simplest night watch for example. If someone with bad intentions comes and scares Mr. Feng, he will probably have to be given CPR before leaving.

But the previous situation of the granary in Tongan County was well known, and the position of manager was just a decoration. The former county magistrate, taking into consideration the Feng family's relationship of guarding the granary for generations, still let Old Feng do this leisurely job.

After all, even if there is no grain in the granary, at least there is still a granary.

But a few months ago, when the canal was being repaired in the county, the granary had some grain stored, and grain was flowing in and out every day. Old Feng was no longer young, and after realizing that he could not cope with it, he asked Shen Zheng for permission and brought his own daughter to help.

In fact, he was hesitant. Although he had a daughter in his old age, the girl grew up under his nose. He certainly knew that his girl was not inferior to boys in terms of hands-on ability or intelligence.

However, since the establishment of Tongan County, there has been no precedent of a woman serving as a granary manager, which made him very troubled.

If the county magistrate was a man, he would never dare to come and ask for instructions, but Shen Zheng, the female county magistrate, gave him great courage.

He wanted to give it a try for his own girl.

The result was satisfactory. Although Shen Zheng did not agree directly, she also made it clear that she could let Miss Feng give it a try.

The Feng family father and daughter are not irresponsible people. In the past, they almost guarded the granary day and night. But today, Shen Zheng didn't see anyone. The granary door was opened by the constable on duty just now.

Zhao Xiu raised the key in his hand and pointed to another warehouse outside the door and said:

"The base of the wall over there is a little rotten. I thought it was no big deal at first, as there are still bricks inside. But when Mr. Feng saw the village headmen bringing food this morning, he was like facing a great enemy, so he took Miss Feng directly to Quanyang County, saying that he wanted to buy repair materials."

He sniffed the rice fragrance in the air and said, "I'm still confused, but Mr. Feng has experience. He said that the rats in the rat nest next to the granary are very smart. Rats will come to dig holes when they smell the smell. He must be on guard first. He also said that the grain moved in during the canal construction attracted rats. Miss Feng guarded the granary almost day and night and killed several of them."

Shen Zheng looked at the base of the wall of the warehouse and frowned slightly.

She had said before that the granary had a lot of wood, but she forgot that the camphor wood in the granary had been there for decades and its effectiveness was no longer as good as before.

But we didn't dare put rat poison in the granary. If rats accidentally brought it into the food, it would be a waste of time.

The sweet rice is worth the mice's death.

Shen Zheng was thankful to have the experienced warehouse manager, Mr. Feng, here. After thinking for a while, she said:

"When Mr. and daughter Feng come back, ask them if there is anything missing in the granary. We should add more, repair or supplement the granary. Times are different now, and we cannot afford to lose any rice seeds."

Zhao Xiu also nodded seriously. He knew the importance of grain seeds.

Shen Zheng added, "After you finish your work today, go check on the personal connections between Mr. Feng and Miss Feng in recent years, or whether anyone with ill intentions has approached them recently."

Zhao Xiu's eyes flashed. If someone wanted to attack them, the best access point would be the Feng father and daughter. They had to be on guard.

Seeing that he understood what she meant, Shen Zheng said, "If there is no problem, you can tell Miss Feng that during the period when the county sells rice seeds, two constables will be sent to the granary to help. This will also be considered as an assessment for her. If there is no problem, let her officially take over the position of warehouse manager."

"Yeah!" Zhao Xiu accepted the request directly on behalf of Miss Feng.

He admired the girl very much. She had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and she was full of energy and spirit in her speech and actions.

After the two finished their business, they turned their attention back to the wind screener.

This was the first time Shen Zheng saw a wind screen machine with his own eyes. The tool was not too big, about half a person's height. On one side was a pull rod and a grain seed inlet, in the middle was the air blowing area, and on the other side was an air duct surrounded by linen.

Shen Zheng couldn't see the internal structure clearly, but this tool, which could determine the weight of rice seeds by wind force, must be something very simple inside.

After several trays of rice were poured into the wind screen, a villager wanted to pull the lever, but was pulled away by Zhang Lizheng.

"This wind screen is much more sophisticated than the ones in our villages. If it is used well, it can be used for many things in the future. I will pull the lever, and you all watch carefully and learn well."

The villager scratched his head, wondering why they all looked the same.

Zhang Lizheng turned to Shen Zheng and said, "Sir, please stand back for a while. It will be very busy later."

This is thinking of her all the time.

But Shen Zheng was not so delicate. She shook her head and said, "It's okay. You can do it. I'll learn from you."

Zhang Lizheng's old face turned red.

He didn't mean for Lord Shen to watch and learn carefully just now!

Shen Zheng noticed the unnatural look on Zhang Lizheng's face and added, "I'm curious and want to learn it myself."

Zhang Lizheng finally felt better. He nodded to the villagers behind the wind duct and prepared to start wind-sifting the rice seeds.

Shen Zheng watched his movements carefully. He first moved the lever on the left side of the lever from six o'clock to nine o'clock, and then lifted the paddle on the right side of the lever up one notch. Then there was a "click" sound in the wind screen, and it seemed that some kind of transformation had been completed inside.

"Let's get started!"

After Zhang Lizheng shouted loudly, he pulled the lever with both hands, and pushed it. Rice ashes flew, and a lot of rice grains were blown out from the air duct.

These are the rejected rice grains.

Shen Zheng nodded silently beside her; she understood something.

The lever and paddle that Zhang Li was fiddling with just now should be the device for adjusting the wind speed and air outlet.

Under fixed wind force, what comes out of the fixed outlet is the rejected rice of the same quality.

This operation seems simple, but the person doing it needs to have a deep understanding of rice quality and seed screening machines in order to complete it.

A slight mistake can lead to a huge error. After all, a grain of rice is only a tiny bit heavier.

Amid the flying rice ashes, the villager guarding the entrance of the wind duct was not affected at all. He picked up a handful of rejected rice grains and examined them carefully one by one.

"Wow! You are right, this wind screen is really different from the one in the village!"

He then held up two grains of rice to show Zhang Lizheng: "If the wind screener in the village were to screen this kind of rice, it would definitely be left behind. It would not be screened out in the first round like it is now."

Zhang Lizheng looked at the rice in the villagers' hands and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the kind of screening.