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

But the cotton cloth that Shen Zheng took out at this time already had various patterns on it. Although the patterns on it were not as good as the patterns woven by the embroiderers in the embroidery workshops in the capital, they were definitely not the patterns that could be woven by ordinary textile machines in the past.

You know, in some of the better embroidery workshops in Beijing, the pattern of a piece of ready-made clothing can easily cost dozens of taels of silver.

Yu Shizhang was still a little surprised at this time, and reached out his hand and stroked it gently.

"The touch... is good. This patterned cotton cloth is even softer than the one you sent to Beijing last time." Yu Shizhang praised.

Yu Zhengqing knew a little bit about it, and said, "The craftsman was in a hurry to weave the cotton cloth last time, so the cotton thread was not starched. This is what starched cotton thread is like, it is softer."

Yu Shizhang pretended not to hear his boasting, picked up the cotton cloth and looked at it carefully, then said with a smile:

"If someone else gave cloth to your Majesty, they would definitely not choose this red and black color combination, which is too bold. However, based on my understanding of your Majesty over the years, he is actually a..."

Yu Shizhang didn't finish his words, but Shen Zheng somehow understood what he meant.

It's just a boring thing...

Yu Zhengqing also smiled, looking at the other piece of sky-blue cotton cloth and said, "Cotton cloth is soft to begin with, and this piece is a bit lighter in color, maybe... it can be used to make underwear."

Shen Zheng also nodded. Cotton cloth is soft and breathable, and can be used as underwear or pajamas.

However, Yu Zhengqing's words also reminded her that it would be better to use unpatterned cotton cloth instead of sky blue for the lingerie.

She said, "Then I will take out another piece of unpatterned off-white cotton cloth and send it to the capital to make a special inner garment for His Majesty."

"Very good."

Yu Zhengqing asked again: "How much rice seeds are you going to give to His Majesty?"

Shen Zheng pondered for a moment, but did not answer. Instead, he turned to ask the expert Yu Shizhang: "Master, how much do you think this humble official should give?"

She had not wanted to give too much before, after all, rice seeds were scarce in the first year, but now that His Majesty was so generous to her, if she gave too little, it would seem that she was stingy...

Yu Shizhang thought that this little girl was quite smart and knew to ask him first.

As long as he opens his mouth now, any extra or little in the future will be his fault. No matter what Your Majesty says, Shen Zheng can just say one word - it was the Earl who asked me to deliver those rice seeds.

Yu Shizhang and Shen Zheng played Tai Chi again: "How much did you originally want to give? Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

Shen Zheng hissed in her heart.

Old fox, old fox.

She lowered her eyes and answered respectfully, "My Lord, I have always thought that the rice I sent to the capital will be handed over to the Ministry of Revenue by Your Majesty, and the Ministry of Revenue will first try to plant a part of it, and then plant all of it in the fields next year."

Yu Shizhang raised his eyes and glanced at her.

He is a man with an active mind.

Shen Zheng continued, "So I'm thinking that the Ministry of Revenue should have public fields for planting. If we plant rice at a density of two kilograms per mu of land, how many rice seeds would we need?"

She was asking Yu Shizhang how much public land the Ministry of Revenue had left for rice cultivation.

The public fields she mentioned were not like the public fields of local government offices, which were only used for planting and the grain grown was directly stored in the granary.

Instead, it was "experimental public land" - fertile land specially designated by the Ministry of Households, used to grow various grains to see the output of different grains under different temperatures, soil moisture, fertilizer fertility, etc.

Sounds very modern.

But food is the most important thing for people. As long as humans need to eat, various departments specializing in the study of food will emerge in every dynasty.

Although Yu Shizhang was not from the Ministry of Revenue, his seniority in the capital made him a know-it-all, so he had a rough idea of ​​how much public land the Ministry of Revenue had reserved for trial cultivation.

"Okay, today you want me to help you, little fox, make a decision, right?" Yu Shizhang said with a smile.

Shen Zheng lowered his head and said calmly, "I will obey your order, Lord."

Even Yu Zhengqing was amused by her words, but he didn't dare to laugh too obviously.

He had only seen his father suffer a few setbacks.

"Then let's say 1,200 kilograms. It's enough for planting and the number is also auspicious. It happens to be the approximate yield per mu in Tongan County this time." Yu Shizhang said.

"One thousand two hundred kilograms is not a small amount. Do you feel sorry for it?" He teased again.

"How could that be?" Shen Zheng spoke in an official tone, "My belongings belong to His Majesty. Even if His Majesty asks me to hand them all over, I am willing to do so."

One thousand two hundred kilograms, which is only a few hundred taels of silver. Compared with the reward given to her by the emperor, it is a drop in the bucket.

Why wouldn't she be unwilling?

And now, whether there are more or less, there are always people who can push to the front.

Shen Zheng suddenly thought of something and asked Yu Shizhang again: "My Lord, if you don't go back to the capital with the soldiers tomorrow, then Lord Shen and Lord Liang..."

In the past two days, she had met the two of them only a few times.

Since they arrived in Tongan County, Shen Xingjian has basically never returned to the county government office.

He wandered around several villages in Tongan County every day, and from time to time he would "do home visits" - knocking on the villagers' doors first, and then stuttering:

"My fellow villager, I am... from the Ministry of Revenue in Beijing. My last name is Shen. May I ask... what is your yield per mu this year? How much seeds have been planted? Where are the fields? Are there any rice stubbles left? How is the irrigation after transplanting, and the topdressing after heading, and...?"

When it came to business, Shen Jian stopped stuttering and threw questions one after another. The villagers' eyes went dark and they trembled:

"Mr. Shen, can you please ask one by one? I am old now, and I can't remember all your questions at once..."

In this way, the social phobic Shen Xingjian can "investigate" more than a dozen households a day.

His attitude made the village heads feel that he would even record the situation of every household in the book.

How could we neglect an important official who came to the capital? Therefore, every noon, the head of the village would look for Shen Xingjian and invite him to his home for dinner.

Who would have thought...

Shen Xingjian took out one dry biscuit after another from the package on his back like a magic trick, and stammered, "Thank you very much for your kindness. I'll eat this."

Big whole grain pancakes!

How could the village headmen let him eat this? They had to persuade and persuade him before they could finally bring him home to eat.

Shen Xingjian ate very quietly. He didn't move his body or look around. When someone spoke to him, he would point to the bowl in his hand.

Then after eating, he thanked me sincerely and left.

In this way, Shen Xingjian and the people in the village reached a tacit balance...

As for the other Mr. Liang, his situation was even simpler - he would study the textile machine from top to bottom, looking at the "Textile Machine User Manual" every day.

Under such circumstances, Shen Zheng didn't know how long they would stay this time, whether they would return to the capital with the soldiers, or...