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

Yu Nanshu burst into laughter, she knew that her father loved her the most.

After Yu Zhengqing made her laugh, he pulled her aside like a thief.

He also wanted to hear how his usually dignified father evaluated him when he was not around.

"Nan Shu, tell Daddy, what did your grandfather say about Daddy that day?"

Who would have thought that Yu Nanshu, who just knew everything, was now like a saw-mouthed gourd, "Dad, if you want to know, just go ask grandfather yourself."

She skipped back to Yu Shizhang, snuggled up to him and said, "Isn't that right, Grandfather?"

There was a sly glint in her eyes. She hoped that her father and grandfather could open up and have a talk.

It was obvious that they both cared about each other, but they just wouldn't express it.

For example, when my father wrote letters to Beijing before, most of the time he only wrote to her, but at least half of the words in the letters were secretly asking about my grandfather's recent situation.

The previous sentence is "The weather is really nice today", and the next sentence becomes "Grandfather is still taking medicine."

And grandfather!

Her grandfather was the same. Every time she wrote back to her father, he would peek at her and sometimes even ask her to add a few inexplicable words.

What has offended anyone? Is there enough money?

What?! Is that something a girl in her early teens can ask?

Yu Shizhang coughed awkwardly, feeling that all his past was exposed today. He didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. He just unfolded the answer sheet in his hand and said to himself:

"We need to find a place to take a good look at it and then make some comments to be fair."

After he finished speaking, he wandered around the county school and finally chose a pavilion to sit down. After he sat down, he quickly looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yu Zhengqing and his daughter had not followed him.

"Nan Shu is such a little girl! She can't hide anything. If I had known, I would have been drinking in the room that day!" Yu Shizhang said regretfully.

He laughed again after he finished speaking, as if reminiscing about something, "Alas, I am old and useless now. I am afraid that my son will laugh at me. A few decades ago, when I was full of vigor and vitality, I would never be like this."

Yu Zhengqing, who was eavesdropping in the corner of the rockery, was shocked.

My father is old.

No matter how powerful my father is in the eyes of outsiders and how high his status is, he also has several ordinary identities - husband, father, and grandfather.

He would also take care of his granddaughter at home and guide her growth, and he would also drink alone late at night, missing his son who was far away.

Unconsciously, his father's figure in his heart was no longer as majestic as before.

After Yu Shizhang sighed, he lowered his head and began to review the policy paper in his hand. Yu Nanshu took Yu Zhengqing's sleeve and walked a few steps to the side.

"Nan Shu, just tell me, Daddy, Grandfather is actually quite pitiful sometimes."

She frowned and said with some embarrassment: "Grandfather taught Nanshu when we were in Beijing, but Nanshu also accompanied grandpa, otherwise, grandpa would miss you very much."

Yu Zhengqing didn't know why, but his nose felt sore today.

He rubbed Yu Nanshu's head and asked, "Will Nanshu stay in Liuyang Mansion for a long time this time?"

Yu Nanshu thought of her grandfather and felt a little conflicted. "This... But Nanshu really misses Daddy and doesn't want to be separated from him anymore."

She seemed to have thought of something and her eyes lit up.

"Wouldn't it be better if Grandfather and Nan Shu stayed in Liuyang Mansion together? Grandma, you should come too! Our family will be reunited in Liuyang Mansion!"

Yu Zhengqing felt a moment of excitement.

But things are definitely not as simple as my daughter said.

Although my father didn't take much care of state affairs, he was still the Earl of Yongning and was not allowed to leave the capital for a long time without reason.

If you really want your father to live here permanently, you need to think long-term and not rush into it.

Maybe...Shen Zheng can help.

......

The backyard of the county government office.

Shen Zheng poured a cup of tea for Shen Xingjian and the other person.

"It has started. The rice in the fields was harvested about ten days ago. Lord Yu even led all the officials of Liuyang Prefecture to watch the autumn harvest."

"Clang."

The teacup in Shen Xingjian's hand fell on the table, splashing tea all over him without him noticing.

He was a little stunned and a little incredulous.

"Has it started?"

"It's time to cut it."

"How long ago was it cut?"

"About ten days ago."

"Can't we wait ten more days?"

"what?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant..." Shen Xingjian covered his face, "I just... I didn't touch it when I went to the capital, and now I'm in Tong, Tong'an County, and I haven't even seen it..."

Shen Zheng blinked.

Could it be that this farming expert could grasp the basic information about plants just by touching them?

She was a little overwhelmed and comforted:

"Uh... Mr. Shen, although the rice has been harvested, the rice grains are left behind, and the county government's granary has also selected a lot of rice seeds. Do you want to go and see? I will take you there."

Shen Xingjian raised his face, and his expression relaxed for a moment.

Shen Zheng continued, "Also in the fields, although the straw is not planted in the fields, there are still haystacks left after the rice is threshed, and... uh, there are also rice piles, rice piles, do you want to see them? I can take you there too."

"The rice stubbles are still there?!" Shen Xingjian's eyes lit up.

If the rice stubbles are still there, we can see the tillering of the rice. By knowing the tillering, we can infer a rough estimate of the number of ears and the yield.

After observing the tillers on the top of the rice stubble, you can also see the rhizomes underneath.

The more developed the rhizomes of a plant, the better its growth!

"Look! You must look at the rice stubbles! After I finish looking at the rice stubbles, I will look at the rice seeds you mentioned!" Shen Xingjian's eyes were bright and his voice was loud.

Just as Shen Zheng was sighing that Shen Xingjian at this moment was completely different from his previous socially anxious appearance, the "socially anxious" Shen Xingjian appeared again without anyone noticing.

"Well, um, Lord Shen... you don't need to take me there. I... you, you can point me in a direction and I can go there by myself."

"That won't work!" Shen Zheng refused outright.

Leaving such a socially anxious person outside, who doesn't even know to ask for directions when he gets lost, how can she take responsibility if he really gets lost?

But she also really realized that if there were other people around, Mr. Shen's work efficiency would definitely be reduced.

"How about this, Lord Shen? I will send someone to take you to the village, and then you can go to the fields by yourself. I will tell the villagers not to disturb you. My people will be waiting for you at the entrance of the village. When you are ready, come out and return to the county government office."

By doing this, Shen Zheng has taken Shen Xingjian's character into consideration. If he still doesn't want to, Shen Zheng doesn't know what to do.

Sure enough, Shen Xingjian was not the kind of person who would make trouble without reason.

"Very good, Lord Shen, please... send someone to take me there."

After Shen Xingjian left, Shen Zheng immediately took Liang Fu to check the textile machine.

"This, this, this! Lord Shen! It's a masterpiece, a masterpiece!" Liang Fu rubbed his hands after saying this, a little embarrassed, "Um... Lord Shen, can I give it a try?"

Shen Zheng nodded, took out the "Hua Lou Textile Machine User Manual" that she had prepared long ago from her arms, and handed it to Liang Fu.

Liang Fu was overjoyed and couldn't let it go.